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Phil John:
SYLLOGY XXXII:
VIDYAA - TRANSMIGRATIONS XIII:
- this is an uncompleted preview version, the poem is still in production -
EXPOSITION:
LIFTOFF
PART ONE: ERAT LVX
INTERLUDE ONE: TELESCOPE
PART TWO: EIGHT PLUS X
INTERLUDE TWO: PROBE
PART THREE: IMAGE
INTERLUDE THREE: SPACESHIP
PART FOUR: ORCHESTRA
INTERLUDE FOUR: ACCELERATOR
PART FIVE: PANDAEMONIVM DARWINII
TOUCHDOWN
beyond the sea of stars
there's something
a moment
of light
breaking through
of time
being born
and carrying space
in its wake
maybe
we can see it
we can find it
we can grasp it:
when we go forth
then we'll go back
when we go far
we'll go to the near
and in this moment
the smallest scope
makes the biggest one
surge
and see:
in a multiverse without end
beginnings too
are just a phase
of life
I: SINGULARITY
there's something here
that cannot be seen
because all sight
gets lost
because all light
gets lost
disappears
and not even it might now arise:
there's something here
ungraspable
untenable
something is pulled
out of the fabric of reality
out of the logic of the now
a force
not making any prisoners
('xcept, say, have you heard the hypothesis
that pairs of nothingness
could channel stuff right out of a black hole?)
the stuff is stuck
needs get unstuck
maybe
if there's more
so much more
just fit all in
and let all things now come closer
closer
closer
here!
and send them in
they keep being crushed
keep being altered
and sucked all right in:
but see:
there's a chance
a new verse is borne
a new verse then spoken
and new a creation
might now unfold
II: PULSES
such a regularity of wanting to speak
a strangest occurrence
strangest a thought:
that one thing came through, granted though
that structures would grow, and emerge
that more strange
more inventive
than ever before
a structure so now
that holds up its name:
pulsating it will
right now
it will be the only one
only later
pulses mean life
and the discovery
of life
and art
III: DUET
there's little sense
in going it all alone
there's little sense
anyway
for sense must be made
and intention is moot:
a simple construction
does work it, or not?
in a verse without foresight
what does it mean
if you intend
to mean?
and to mean on your own:
what a petty attempt:
no, 't needs one more
to at least
be seen
for an effect to be had
it needs another
needs an object
or an observer:
and binary logic
at least is a step
away from the nothingness
of solipsism
IV: SOLITUDE
once now,
thrown back
to the precipice of old:
in a space so Vast
you're quite on your own
the Vastness of all
just keeps crushing in
and all now your dreams
all now your hopes
in one converge
a center of something
this all now depends
on all now to change
on all to make room
where none quite has been so
before
yet, still,
there's some sense here
in staying a hermit
in going it all
quite alone:
for you never but know
what is coming
you never quite know
what you get
and what could be worse
than to let your self stuck
by the contingencies of time
in a game
where necessities all
seem so trite?
V: FAMILY
shalt now then
in all that needs doing
in all that is done
some things need undoing
that others can prize?
sometimes
an explosion
into the void
may lead the way
for momentum be formed
attractors be made
and gravity spinning
(spinning
spinning
spinning in my grave I am)
and out of the mist
of ages past
a center will glow
and rocks will now form
this very first step
lineages past
and out of the void
out of the dark
out of the loneliness
something is made
is turning now all:
per aspera, ad astra
and time gets a future
and, yes, even stars
seem to need company
to make some sense
to a coming observer
VI: GRAVITY
quick
the mundanity
's all coming closer
all now 's authority
all now is driving
a machine
that can hardly be stopped -
pulling all in
having all dices
run down the slope:
no matter what they show:
they're going down
into this pit
of gravity:
and be it by running in circles,
they're caught
only some
can excite the energy
to pull themselves free:
but not without the expense
of having to work
for it
hard:
some things
are almost impossible
to flee from
some things
keep drawing you in
till you're quite in some spell
that to break
no magic, no wishing, can do
just pain can
just working
just life
(and, most of all, love)
VII: DRIFT
something new
is making its way
quite so literally:
by moving away
and moving forward
(sometimes)
VIII: GALAXY
milk of the stars
that raises us
that's how it quite looks like
this narrow band
this spiral transposed
this testament
to a perspective
of idiosyncrasy:
for say we in metaphors
what can barely be grasped
by the mind of an ape
(howsoever advanced)
yet say we in metaphors
say we sometimes
what, by quirk or by genius
hints to a truth:
as milk implies nursing
so nursed are the stars
by the milk-white fires
that glow
in the darkness
of space
all around
IX: UNITY
one, not two
(or three, or more...)
one now, and joined
and all now subsumed
not to the other
but to an ideal
of a spacetime
now shared
X: MULTIPLICITY
the world's a tale
of choices all
and paths adjacent
paths connected
all in flow
decisions abundant
and all, in a way,
create their own truths:
for if I go
or if I stay
and if I speak
or silent stay
one door here opened
closes another
and only rarely
will you find a way back
if so ever
and what was mere contingency
becomes necessity
and fate quite,
almost
let the far
become the near
let what's small for distance's sake
grow to size
to see what's there:
for what could be worse
than not here to see
what's dangling right before our eyes?
what could be seen
let it be seen
what should be known
let it be known:
that "sight unseen"
will not deprive us
from what's holding
truth out there
I: MERCVRIVS
in the twilight of the sun
a winged messenger
carrying Wotan's staff -
or a rock
circling in heat
around a star it cannot escape from?
that's what the Mariners found
it's probably more substantial
than the remnants of mythology
assorted
II: VENVS
seduction is tied
to the planet of heat
yet while love is enabling
there's not so much love
of life
on the planet of Venus:
like the Pioneering Veneras were crushed,
Venus will crush you
and maim you
and kill you
leave you behind
a collection of fragments
of dust just
yes, dear,
this love is all crushing:
but tells it much more
'bout a human desire
to see faces
in the clouds
gods
in the planets
and sense
where there's none:
and truth
stays ignored
and minimized all
III: TERRA WITH LVNA
a pair so unequal
and yet, all in balance
spinning around
a common agenda
one blue, one quite grey
one living, one dead
and still, both mean home
still, both are touched
are marked
are flagged
for life
in this sea
of seeming tranquility
IV: MARS WITH PHOBOS AND DEINOS
how fitting a color
yet, still lurks here
more of a chance
more than the Vikings suggested
and maybe, too,
quiet beginnings
that one day
the Olympian Mountain
will see quite some guests
see quite some visitors
glancing below
on reddish an earth
in the making
coming out of the cold
and out of the curse
of a name
that may it no longer bring with it terror and fear:
and more of a spirit
of opportunity
V: CERES WITH ASTEROIDS!
amongst the rocks
and hard places
so unlikely
a place,
half there, half imagined,
sees growth and a colony
for future prospects:
what a promise
to a world of rock-throwers
and places
so hard
XVI. IVPPITER ET AL.
hail the blessed father of the gods
all high and mighty
yet Dionysos is mightier,
you know that, Zeus,
'tis common knowledge:
the ability to just forget
and to forgive
the blessing of
oblivion
and with it coming,
all redemption
all the joy
all the majesty of heart:
that's something
that "high and mighty"
won't quite ever manage to buy:
that's why the sun
is singular in kind
and Jupiter
forever is known
as a failed attempt
to reach up
to that:
the second sun
that wasn't to be
for might imagined
might enforced
always gets to lose the advantage
over those truly giving
and those who have natural pull:
and even though
there's not the name of Dionysus
scattered around the solar system
he's well known on Earth
and most of all
his gift
for bliss
however fake
(as fake are all gods)
sometimes,
you need an illusion
to carry you forward
sometimes, though
you need the reality
and failed a sun
will nevertheless be
quite just the planet
quite just the sight
and quite just the pull
to moons all around it:
and with the triumph
of science over myth
of sobriety over intoxication,
maybe, some day,
the things that are here
will count more than all dreams and hopes falsely attached:
and a planet majestic
will still gain a following
circling its might
and still will be recognized
for the wonder of beauty
it is
XVII. SATVRNVS ET AL.
the shining one
as an eater of children
dark an element
demonized
evilized
who does this to a planet?
with rings so majestic
who would
really
want to subjugate nature
to a culture
so inanely wasted, invested in violence?
so Saturnian
a verse
a universe
of pain
misunderstood:
or the husband of plenty and opulence
father to marriage, the sea, food and the realm of the dead -
a golden age
presided over
by the child of heaven and earth -
became he the ruler of earth after defeating the heavens -
yet betrayed by his child
that was to become the father of all the false gods
and idols:
an almost ironical fate
the slayer of Ouranos
banned by Zeus
false gods
have bound the titans
and thrown them to hell -
yet now
still
the mystery of all that
attached to the planet
encircled
by a ring
of billions
and Titan himself
holding the promise
of life
of a different kind
way out there
XVIII. OURANOS ET AL.
the heavens are in outraged agitation and furor
they meditate on all that is
the variety and consilience
all is threatened now
by a reduction
of the blandest, fiercest, deadliest kind:
that no knowledge be knowledge
that merely truth, just the truth be a given
but "truth", never truth -
of course, a thing of such a majesty like "truth"
cannot be assumed to be treated on the level of mere mortals!
how dare we!
Logos, yes,
but only subjected to
Mythos
for is it not better that words be slaves to myths
of our own human making?
let Logoi speak
of the greatness of it all
just not on the corruption of the myths
Logos instead
the way of it all:
a good idea
in order to survive
must find it like minds,
to copy
but these come at a burden, a cost
all has to be here from the beginning -
the very beginning -
- (of power, that is) -
each step must be a workable one
(never give up! never surrender!)
and slowly, ideas emerging
may look quite so different
quite now refined
and logos, oh, how awkwardly,
forgotten we have you!
let your younger brother play with us, please, too!
(younger? well, the jury is out
quite blinded it may be
maybe)
mythos! come! We've heard you've reformed?
will be a good boy you?
reformed, yes, he has - and will - on and on
on the memetic wheel of fortune
"O Fortuna,
velut luna
statu variabilis"
yada yada
yada yada
yada yadayadalis
the heavens, my friends,
are gone now
gone are the days
of peaceful philosophizing
(were ever there they? maybe there's never been
a there
there)
about the nature of life
and the idiocy
of the gods
and the grace of mind we humans have
O, mores, now, the heavens are closed
to a new one, a Janus, who's invented hell
and lures his sheep into the abyss, promising salvation
a gatekeeper to a prison
of the mind
and soul
behold:
there is an escape
your mind
your insolent mind
in a world of memes
some misguided
some
different
IX. NEPTVNVS ET AL.
The Sea
well
ain't this been done
already?
what new could possibly
be
sad?
said!
(sorry)
(Freudian truth)
within a sea of sadness
a hope arises
that somehow
the sea
responds
to prayers
responds
to an utterance of humanity:
for even as we know
that there is no god
and even as we know
that we can stare and talk to the sea, unheard:
hope is the only thing
that remains
when faced with the nothingness
of life:
yes, life is grand
yes, life can be beautiful
it can be miserable too, however
and, notwithstanding everything else,
final it is
so please
take a break
and let us indulge
in the insanity
of hope
in the indulgence
of prayer:
the Sea
must be made alive
in order for us mere mammals
to be making a sense
out of it
and if it needs to be taken out to the planets, the stars,
so be it
we need to relate
in order to live
XX. PLOUTON-CHARON, ERIS-DYSNOMIA, ET AL
the fallen one
rejected
yes, this one is small
its orbit elliptical
and yes, it's ironic
to demote a planet
that signifies our greatest scare: the underworld
and though Lucy has disappeared from his sister
Eris is still
the name
of someone still farther
out there
Wealth is carried by the Ferryman of death
through Night and dark Waters
Eris is carrying Dysnomia
so that at the end of all planets
lawlessness
reigns
dwarves all
and portents:
the third one's ego
is far too extreme
we look
we hope
we pray (openly, or shyly in hiding)
that something may be there
providing us with
answers
with a reason
to live?
(if you say you need a reason to live
you may have a problem already)
(why need a reason
for life, it's just there?)
anyway
anywhere
there might be more ways
to be alive
(and countless more of being dead)
yet still
do we probe
with a tenacity unwavering
with care or without
into the inner depths
of a universe mysterious
of a body
that likes, almost, to resist
any approach
to come near
to come here
and understand:
and in the end
and in the act
all probe-gained knowledge
is only partial
is only part
of a much grander
hole
- - -
how I now
so like this state
of being not quite who you are
but still, some remnants seem so similar
while all around me things
have changed
like walls crouching in
and colors now brighter
and walls, maybe expanding
maybe all those restrictions
are not what they appear:
open all
remove all restrictions
the naked body
the naked mind
that's a human sans culture
not much to see
not much to behold
but a petty
blunt
instrument
of satisfaction
and gratification;
so let us probe more
so let you give us more
so that we will try
to best understand
and if we then fail
to just confront
that which is different
and see it in unison
with that which is own
XXI. HELIOS
I shine
shine I
carry I
^the sun on his wagon^
°the sun in all parts°
'merely a matter'
they say
merely a matter!
a mere matter!
yes, matter
granted
I can survive on matter
but the "merely" is
so far much over the top
quite unacceptable
mere mereness
orgasms of energy and life
must never encounter
this wording of mere-ness, this greatness-destroying
machination
of the machinery
of mereness
we shall not abide
medio-crity
that which that witch which is standing between the middle ground
and the criticism in full circle
we shan't abide
we shall overcome
o hypocritical us we
we shall resist
the lure of the fullest perfection deconstructed and freed
we, on the other hand
want finest beauty
finest form
finest achievement
preserved
for eternity
and hardly any will then get too see
their valuable alabaster asses
and boobs
XXII. LVNA
truth is such a difficult thing
science is right: you need to measure things
and need to classify things
and need to contextualize things
in order to be able
to differentiate subjectivity
and knowledge anecdotal
from things objectively so
and observable
truth is such a difficult thing
religion is right: the human animal
needs to be seen in their utmost dilemma
of wanting much more
than could ever be had
of wanting to understand
where understanding is limited
by the constraints of culture
and thoughts are shaped
by all memes before them
truth is such a difficult thing
the harsh light of day
enlightening so
the soft light of night
and the spell of the moon
erasing all borders
and calming all down
till the piercing scream of the owl:
yet still
truth is truth
lies are lies
the philosophical difficulty of whether truth could ever be approached
pales
to the obviousness
of a lie
and the conceit
of a priestly class of know-it-alls:
know
or don't know
but if you know
you tell
if you don't
if you obscure
and think yourself better:
your truth is a lie
'cause removes it from humans
their right to be free:
the truth shall set you free
and if it doesn't,
is it still truth?
XXIII. NYX
do I feel a poem coming?
it is night - the muse is here in darkness all surrounding me
except this little light for writing
writing needs light
to shine
it breaks through the night
illuminates things
obscures others
and creates, too, the truth of this here situation:
a dividing line
between text and non-text
that here is erected
by the light of the writing night
but what has come
must disappear
and the monsters lurking out in the darkness
see they the light?
or does the light make me suspect them to be?
(as if monsters weren't real)
but maybe
the longer I write
the longer the light
can be seen
I may be found
may be found out
so, hush now
one text at a time
let the night
embrace me now too
and let us await some coming day
for its light
to be of difference
nite-nite
XXIV. BLACK HOLE
why
cling to life
when the notion
of an end to pain
is just too sweet
a dream?
I'm getting crazy
the loneliness
like a black hole
sucking me in
no escape
just temporary illusions
yet if in falling towards it
how do I know
I'm still there
if time has slowed down
and I am her victim?
I cannot be helped
for far too basic
is my dilemma:
and in a battle
of thought versus feeling
I fear
thought's quite now outgunned
XXV. PER ASPERA
want we
so much
so much want
so much that is wanted
even without a want
with a reason:
or is there no reason,
any some reason,
that might well be found?
well, any one may find a reason
you only need look
and find you will reason,
or rather,
justification,
to find a want
that needs be satisfied
to find a darkness
that's worth venturing through
in order to arrive
at the stars:
they say.
the price we pay
aligned it is
with the need
created
all on its own, almost:
and a darkness
applied
may still be explained
as just being natural
as just being necessary
in order to get
what we want
that we need
XXVI. AD ASTRA
sometimes
it just needs one face
to look at
to know what it feels like
one face
can hold so much
so much more
a trigger of the utmost immensest chain reactions
of the heart
love
wants to look
constantly
and, yes,
I do
want
sometimes, it need the sight of the stars
to propel us further in all our doings:
yet when I look at the stars
not with an instrument of human making
but with mine very own eyes
and mine very own mind,
do see I balls of gas,
imploding,
and chemical reactions
providing a spectacle
of sublimest proportions?
or do I see
a realm of possibilities:
and romantic stupidity,
much sweeter
than logic must sometimes appear?
ain't it an image
of the stars
in our archetypal brains
that propels us much more
to do the things we do?
ain't it an image
of love everlasting
in our metaphorical hearts
that sustains us much more
in all the things we do?
what we see
is what we believe:
and even if, occasionally,
science can help to see what contradicts belief:
to seek out the stars
may be much easier
in the end
than to find your love
and not to lose it
in the end
for stars, once conquered,
may be yours to possess
(what an image of hubris in the light of the sublime)
yet you can't conquer love
for love defies conquest
and can only be found
through love,
itself
XXVII. ALTER EGO
I ain't myself quite all the time
there may be another one there
as wishes go and desires are
there may be just too much to do
and in all my wishes
in all my desires
may I find what is not "me"
what's not, rather quite,
the idea of me
and an image
not just consolable
with that
of my self:
I am
what I am
('cause I say I am?)
and what might distract
from that fact
is seen as incorrig'ble
quite as unnecess'ry
quite as disturbance
as jest:
'cause I know who I am
(I construct my self every day)
and I know what I'm not
(I dissent with my self every day)
and now,
in it all,
maybe
an alternative me
might be an answer
to all my troubles:
it could be the golem that does what I won't
it could be the spirit that battles within me
it could be the part that says what I won't
it could be the devil I want not to be:
but know, it's inside
but know, it wants out
oh, happy day,
when all becomes easy
oh, cursed day,
when all becomes dull
XXVIII. IKAROS
let us fly into the skies
what's the worst thing that could happen?
let us fly towards the stars
is there anywhere but here?
we could possibly not be
content
with what we have here:
and a healthy drive
towards the outside world
without claims of conquest
(well, maybe later)
what would it hurt?
let us reach out
towards the stars
let us reach out
and tell everyone
wherever we are
in this whole, wide universe
of beauty
and pain
(hopefully, not ours)
let us build wings
that carry us high
and make us believe
that no lord in the skies
can set limits
and borders
and stops
to our drive:
so let us probe
into the unknown
and let us proceed
into what lies ahead
for the future must, needs be better
(and bad things never repeat themselves, ever)
and let us believe
in the goodness
of humankind:
even though
such a belief
cannot quite be sustained
from reading in the book of history
ah,
so what
let's not be negative
let's look ahead
and above
and beyond:
over the rainbow
is where we'll be
near to the stars
we can lose our mind
and let our hearts
and souls
teach to fly
(hopefully)
XXIX. NARCISSOS
mirror, mirror on the wall
ain't I better than them all?
now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
and if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take
mirror, mirror on the wall
make me better than them all
'cause I am better than them all
and all around me, they may fall
but I am better than them others
so treat me better, whilst them smotherst
mirror, mirror on the wall
love me better than them all
Jesus, Jesus on the cross
do I care for your own loss?
mine is bigger, mine is brighter
make my fate just so much lighter
mirror, mirror on the wall
make me win against them all
show compassion, world, for me
I am worthy, can't you see?
love your neighbor - well why shoulda
love yourself - well now, how coulda?
mirror, mirror on the wall
let me live before I fall
now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my soul my self to keep;
and if I die before I wake,
I pray my self has been awake
mirror, mirror on the wall
I guess by now you've seen it all?
XXX. IN THY IMAGE
the moment
we've all been waiting for
has finally
arrived:
yet even now
though we know
the moment is here:
what exactly
is
it?
where is it
the will
to
understand?
(where is, not, the will to read Nietzsche)
and still
seek we
an image
to make clear
from whence we came:
seek we
amongst the stars
that face
that figure parental
to us
which makes us special
and hoping now, we
to find just you
that in thy image
we were made
CHORUS MYSTICUS:
if in thy image we are made
now look at us, our grandest men and women all:
would trust you
a being
that's just like us
just infinitely more powerful:
how, by the might of Hades,
should we not be afraid?
and how, if indeed it is us,
who created this thing
in our image:
this ain't good news
blessed are those
who wish by not wishing
and they will receive
blessed are those
who see by not seeing
and they will gain sight
blessed are those
who are without having
for they, truly, will be able to be
seek I images of me
seek I distortions of me
I might see representations of me
may even be learning a thing or two
but in the end, dear Higgins,
having to choose between Zeus and Apollo
I must say:
I choose neither
for if there's an I
that's strong and content
there will be no need
to conquer, enslave,
to murder, to rape,
to steal, and to lie,
to want it all
in greed so immense:
if there's an I
if there's an I
if there's an I
that could just be
how nice
and how
in the end
divine
even if we can look
even if we can think
even if we can imagine:
means it,
that we could,
actually,
finally,
go?
and seek out?
beyond the rainbow?
for it is in the enterprise of experience
that our endeavor
however challenged
will truly come to life:
and dreams are all fine
and longings all nice
and pictures and stories and movies and all:
to actually
be
out
there
-
how I
somehow
long
to see that:
and seeing, I might not:
oh, at least, let the future be better!
and teeming
with life
XXXI. HOMER - HESIOD
the gods own the world
as a playground majestic
and us in between
XXXII. PYTHAGORAS - ARISTARCHOS
the world is a bowl
and the music of the spheres
looks for a center
XXXIII. ARISTOTELES - PTOLEMAIOS
all around the earth
in perfect epicycles
ever unchanging
XXXIV. AL-KHWARIZMI - AL-BATTANI - AL-BIRUNI
through mathematics
may we understand this here
algorithmic world
XXXV. COPERNICUS - GALILEI - KEPLER
the sun in our midst
need we seek experience
practicing our sight
XXXVI. NEWTON - LEIBNITZ
whether near or far
falling down, circling a star,
gravity holds all
XXXVII. HERSCHEL - LEMAÎTRE - HUBBLE
looking at the stars
in a universe growing
find us new planets
XXXVIII. MAXWELL - EINSTEIN - PLANCK
all relative is
when space and time can be bent
and size does matter
XXXIX. SCHRÖDINGER - CURIE - HEISENBERG
uncertain a sight
where particles may be waves
all power's unleashed
XL. FEYNMAN - WEINBERG - HAWKING
singular forces
amidst the vastest unknowns
still we are seeking
can we accept
that which ain't ours?
can we accept
which is unknown?
can we see
in mystery?
big hadrons do not simply collide
they're rather sedentary creatures
built of two quarks
or three
however, they're quite unstable
they say
yet still
does one see a hadron
when leaves it no trace?
--- a single one I mean:
each of us has seen myriads of protons and neutrons
but to see the woods
may sometimes be easier
than to see the trees:
and a grain of sand
gets lost so easily in the desert sand
like a drop of water
in the sea
of tears
in history:
I guess this ain't about physics any more
or maybe it is
bodies in motion
bodies at rest
somehow, that's quite all there is
yet who can stay? who must?
and who must move? who can't?
who mustn't?
at all?
somehow we know
about blood sweat and tears having been there
but still we don't want to believe:
for live we
through a history of violence
and live we
through a history of lies and deceit:
and the moral question:
that's for the books
yet the question of who gets to stay:
that has always quite been for the sword
(or the bullet)
(the fist) (the arrow) (the stone) (the axe) (the spear)
(the club) (the lancet) (the hooves) (the mallet)
(the guillotine) (the gallows) (the chair) (the syringe)
(the infected bodies thrown over the wall)
(the smallpox blanket) (the chamber of gas)
(the grenade) (the fire) (the oven) (the bomb)
(the poisonous bite) (the guitar string) (the feral beast unleashed)
(the poisonous food or drink) (the hunger and thirst enforced upon)
(the drowning waters) (or whatever we'll still come up with)
(or what may be forgotten here)
(or may still be ingeniously invented)
(or works just simply psychologically)
(aren't we quite some sadistic mammals)
in any case:
what has always been for the human unkindness
to be enforced:
history
knows only victors
and those being squashed
--- who wants to hear from those who survived?
--- who wants to tolerate that reminder of atrocities past?
--- who wants to know that their house is not built upon kindness and love?
so, where is the meta-physics in that?
and where there could be
civility
(and sometimes there is)
there oftentimes
hides a different purpose
behind all this accelerated war
of mind over matter:
the flaw then, my dear,
is not in the science
is not in the tools:
hadrons don't care (probably)
whether they're being accelerated or not
they're able to cope
are we?
to be continued
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