locked in a rent
in the continuum.
Space is bent in on itself,
a temporal Klein bottle.
Inside the event horizon
until the purr
of the naked singularity
can no longer be heard.
The Escherian path
winds slowly across
the Königsberg bridges
crossing each once
until the twins are
no longer paradoxical
but merely lonely.
Einstein said, and I assume he believed,
that God didn’t play dice with the universe.
Hawking disagreed, said God was
an inveterate gambler and worse still
he would not only throw the dice but
he is so sarcastic that he would gladly
confuse us by throwing them
where they can’t be seen.
You have to wonder about a God
both omniscient and omnipotent.
Albert was right, even with
the house odds, God couldn’t gamble
for there was no way he could lose
unless he wanted, and that isn’t gambling.
And Stephen, he who so easily rejected knight
had to know that with omniscience
there is no place God cannot see.
We are utterly blind most of the time
with eyes wide open.
Where I live we have hills. Mostly we have hillocks, but here they call the very high hills mountains so we have to call the hillocks hills. It is a question of relativity. Einstein understood relativity. He was born near Feldberg which rose nearly 4900 feet up. He lived in New Jersey where you could find the Kittatinny Mountains, reaching a majestic 1800 feet. My brother in law lives on a quiet mesa, flat and so often desolate, with mountains in the distance. My brother in law doesn’t look down on Einstein though he could from his house at 7000 feet. But he looks nearby at Wheeler Peak at 13000 feet and feels relatively small. Einstein never visited Wheeler Peak. I have never visited the Kittatinny Mountains. Einstein and I both have climbed hillocks. Relatively speaking.