It’s Valentine’s Day, time for my traditional physics poem. I’m trying a new format this year, let me know what you think!
Cherish the Effective
Self-styled wise men waste away, pining for the Ultimate Theory. I tell you now: spurn their fate. Scorn the Ultimate. Cherish the Effective. When you dream of an Ultimate Theory, what do you see? An answer to your every question? Every worry, Every weakness, Resolved? A thing of beauty? A thing of your notion and only your notion of beauty? Nature, she has her own worries. Science, she never stops asking. Your fairytale ending? You won’t get it. And you’ll hurt, and be hurt, in the trying. You need a theory that isn’t an ending. A theory you only start understanding But can always discover. No rigid, final truth, But gentle corrections. And as you push The scale The energy Your theory always has room for something new. A theory like that, we call Effective. A theory you can live your life with. It’s worth more than you think.
This is by far the best of your poems yet! Hurray!
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