Meditation on a Quantum Particle

A Poem by Dean

If you are wondering how this subject came about, message me and I'll give you the story.

First off, I see that though invisible,
how infinitely precious that you are!
My universe is incomplete without you,
and will be forever,
since you cannot be destroyed--
modified, perhaps, but so may anyone.

Indeed, by virtue of selection,
you are priceless.

There is no masquerading "you"
who may present a valid claim
to your existence. We may not entertain
a challenge to your everlasting exclusivity.

You bring me gifts: among them,
admiration. Who else now centers
every thought I have on anything
I cannot see? Who else succeeds
in mustering such power?

A second gift defines a lack
of self-inflationary skill,
but most would have no will
to see that as a negative,
rather as pure modesty
and striven-for
by puffed-up souls like me.

Third, whether energy or no,
you are material--at its most basic
to be sure, but surely
as we understand, the tiniest ingredient
on record, and a representative
of all your brothers, yet unique
this very moment,
and an honor you alone deserve
for granting me the privilege
to so discern.

Go, my little one.
Particulate you are, but flawless
in performance, for you stand
as the foundation of reality,
as quietly you navigate the void
that all the rest of us
will never even see or understand.
~