and then one day the Tao stopped;
time crumpled-up: a pile at my ankles.

the big machine grinded to a halt.
everything fell, shattering all.

gravity yelled uncle, tapped-out.
string theory took his ball home.

as did quasars and pulsars, kin;
followed by large black holes.
small ones tagging along.

a loud "HARRRUMPH" echoed the clouds;
a white-bearded Giant of a Man said:
"Now, do you believe in Me?"

11/26/2008

Posted on 11/27/2008
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