Time and the Universe

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here is a rhyme i made up in primary school (it is an attempt at that age to sound like old english)

As the centre of entirity extendeth t'ward it's end,
It maximizeth improbability,
And fends it's truth into a bend.

Subtendeth dost it gently back toward it's core again.
It's a route all mass must follow,
And when it comes together...AMEN ! !!

Well, as long as everybody is submitting poetry I might as well join the pack.

PLANCK'S VERSE

From under Euclid's hat
Where space is very flat
The points dance out to anchor skeins of lines
Forming abstract mediums
Subservient to axioms,
Hypotheses and theorems that underlie designs
Which articulate extensions
Of the classical dimensions
Where the ideal and the concrete intertwines.

But something misty-hazy,
A modicum quite crazy,
Infected lines selected parallel.
It was hard to put your finger
On the doubts that tend to linger,
But they rang an alien brass bell.
When scrutinized with rigor

They simply wouldn't figure -
A discord most difficult to quell.

With the grace of an Eglevski
Along came Lobachevski.
He'd an eye to Euclid's parallel device.
By combing suppositions
He discovered new conditions
To make the general precise.
With Riemann he played games
With mathematic aims
And invigorated space with new spice.

Einstein looked at Newton's space.
He measured to the millionth place
And discovered something really wasn't right.
At orders of high magnitude
He found old concepts came unglued,
Especially at speeds close to light.
"The problem is," he had to state,
"Space is really not quite straight
But somehow strangely slickly subtly skewed."

How it's curved, he could not say.
It could be almost any way
Dependent on the mass proximity.
It needed no great miracle
For fourth dimension spherical
But then, in equanimity,
Theories deployed
Hyperbolic paraboloid
Held truth in anonymity.


"This space", he said, "I must
Most radically adjust
By fusing it confusingly with time.
So that the present, past and future
Are joined in special spacial suture.
Not in plan Satanic nor sublime."
Since time is also space
In each and every case,
We should call it tace or, maybe spime.

But events within this framework
Became, no longer, tame work.
The kingdom of the random becomes rife.
Uncertainty is certainty,
Will becomes insanely free,
And God is playing craps with your life.
So, if you are late for dinner,
You no more are a sinner.

Modern physics will explain it to your wife.

And here's a rhyme by someone I can't remember ^>ω<^

There once was a girl named Bright,
Whose speed was much faster than light,
She set out one day,
In her relative way,
And returned the previous night.

That confused young lady named Bright
Could never get two things just right.
Where time gets entangled
All space gets quite mangled
And she worried where she'd spent last night.

Honestly, I do not understand this discussion:

Time is what is measured with clocks. This phenomenon follows some rule (as be subject to alterations via gravity or the movement of system in the measurement happens in relation to an other system, etc.)

Do we have any more unexplained phenomena in respect of this thing called "time"? No? So why starting speculations?

People who have faith in clocks
Find themselves in a conundrum box
Since time is quite varied
When those clocks are carried
And their ticks do not match with their tocks.

"Plank's Verse" inspired me to post this:

THE DAUGHTER or, 23 ideologies tackle a little girl

Moses mulled a moral law
Sartre said no point

Heraclitus didn't dare
Try to interfere
(Rand concurred it's up to her)

Dad Socratic knew her naught
Though he questioned much

Aristotle deemed her nice
Since averages suffice

Lao let her operate
That's just how she goes

Jesus thought he could forgive her
And that, no matter what

Leonardo, not quite done
Decided I'll have another one

Newton knew she'd come around
Plato'd lock her underground

Darwin hoped she'd break her date
Buddha thought she's way too late

Einstein knew she wouldn't play
To Heisenberg another day

Gödel said to take her word
No matter how absurd

Gandhi thought she could resist
Pirsig's motorcycle lift

Hubbard shew her commerce
Russell ruled enormous

Mao hoped she'd know by now
She's too old to scold

Marshall said it's only talk
Chomsky warned she'll never stop

Eventually, they'll all find out
I'm the one who let her out

~mlh