Boundaries and limits;
We set them for ourselves,
Inherent to the way we define definitions
If there’s no measure there’s no size
If there’s no size there’s no limit,
And there’s no limit to my wonder,
And there’s no measure to the world’s wonders
But absolute freedom can never be
Within the limits of structure,
So does it mean choose chaos?
Did matter create structure?
Or was matter born out of it
Along with the four dimensions
And relativity,
Of time and speed
The abstract nothingness that holds no essence
And is beyond our grasp,
Was structured into human reason
By obscure metaphysical guidance
Are the four basic forces setting the boundaries?
Of our four dimensional void in all volume areas:
Maintained by constant struggles between attractions and repulsions –
An underlying restlessness
Beneath a seemingly stable geometry
Is gravity a force?
Or as Einstein described,
Just a consequence of the existence of matter:
It’s only when too much of it comes together
That it crushes under its own weight
And maybe crumbles all other dimensions
As if unfolding the space-time continuum
A unique singularity –
Is it a place of exit or escape?
Down to the smallest particles
In the world of quantum physics
There we find empty spaces are enormous,
And particles constantly spring in and out of existence,
Eluding our detection
Down to the smallest particles
We find uncertainty is statistical probability
And there sure is uncertainty!
We know Infinity includes worlds of infinity
And it seems inherent to relativity that
Things don’t exist separately,
Yet we keep searching
For smaller building blocks of matter
It’s the wood for the trees…
Goes to show
Indeed there’s no measure
To this recursion; our fractal reality
Must be a futile search for a pointless point
Or dimensionless
Zero divided back again into nothingness
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