Tiambic

A poetic but scientific account, in harmony with religion, of the creation of the universe and its destruction is presented in the form of 1024 rhyming couplets. The creation is described from a point source, and the destruction is based upon the ultimate decay of matter and its building blocks such as neutrons and quarks.

Historically there has been an unwritten separation between science and poetry. Scientists seldom write serious poetry in any significant quantity. In a similar way poets rarely write a poetic account of any significant proportions that is based upon a scientific theory.

I wanted to lay a new foundation – writing poetry while seriously entertaining scientific theories of our era, and above all doing it in a journey of reverence in complete harmony with religious descriptions. The subject I have chosen is the evolution of Time itself.

To make sure that the reader is not lost in verbose descriptions and grandiose words, let me present the first fifty-six lines of this epic poem to simply show; how from a point source the universe is created in harmony with religion. The readers shall thus be able to quickly make up their minds, if they want to proceed any further.

This text is brought about from before there was rhyme

This tale shall sail till after eternity

Time doesn’t exist, He has yet to say "be"

The word is there, and designed for decree

The thought process deep, inspiring, and elated

Nothing else exists, nothing else created

There is no beginning there is no end

There is no boundary there is no trend

No reason to measure since nothing is relative

Absolute Him and the only one creative

And there are no hours, day or night

There are no revolutions, Sun in sight

The Time is now, hung in plight

An eerie silence in an eternal night

There is nothing to shine, no talk of reflection

There is nothing to bend, no talk of refraction

The light is trapped and it is inside Him

Time is not flowing, dark, and grim

No thought of a genealogy, no thought of a friend

Not even the beloved, no message to send

No one to talk to, no tablets, no law

It is mighty Him, the words are in awe

He is His argument He is His proof

He is spread all over and yet so aloof

He’s mired in thoughts in self to keep

His presence not felt, silence so deep

He is wondering, at the lack of it all

None to spring up and nothing to fall

No one to be loved and no one to be ruled

No one to be scolded and no one to be schooled

Near one of those points mighty and absolute

In circuits of pure logic numbers and root

In His absolute world, surviving, safe and sound

He discovers a frame of reference wandering around

The cause and the effect is the first of the burr

The first of His principles, the very first pillar

The cause is His power, He merely says "be"

The affect just happens, agree or disagree

And so all of the principles by His grace

Causality, Uncertainty, and the like are in place

All is then set for principles to be brought

Into an existence from His mighty thought

Hold on to the thought of the Light of Love

Which He created from the principles up above

For this is a story of the character of Time

We will come back to that virtuous and sublime

So, with all His might, and a loud harangue

A Point Source of life, created with a bang

The miracle just happened, as part of the plan

He finally said, "be", and His experiment ran

This is how, we’re sure, the cosmos began

Matter, light, and flow of time in a span

The beginnings of all life, the elements the strand

The universe got started, and continues to expand

Please note that any praises of the Almighty and references to metaphysical is not just my belief but also a way of avoiding and making a big deal out of the fact that science by definition is always incomplete.

Before proceeding any further, the word Tiambic should be explained. The reader may recall that the iambic poetry of antiquity employing a specific rhythm is well known. As this is the story of Time, I thought that the title Tiambic should be interesting.