Physics is an attempt to explain the universe. All fields of study do. We subconsciously want to understand the workings of life, society, the universe,
Fragments are all we have.
We can never have a full understanding of anything
I let the sky turn purple or dark gray. And then the gray matter or clear matter fall upon the ground as drops of rain… What is rain? When was the rain invented? Let me recount that memory… Weave a fabrication. Fabricate a memory. Narrate a fiction.
The kiss of pen and paper is a magical moment.
The whole paper is a big fat lip,
and the end of a pen, atomic lip.
Continuous atomic smacking.
Black against white, or white against black. The difference of color is but a change in wave frequency, in packets of photons expended.
WILL I EVER RUN OUT OF THOUGHTS?