Nothing is Otiose
From the night-sky causer of night
Has slipped, nor clock wants its maker;
Oh the fire that needs no faggots,
Hear shouts of silent thunderer!
There’s tomorrow without today,
Logic gallops, — what then of mind?
Wears a turban of gaudy doubt,
And doubts doubt itself doubt to find.
It writes down a wave equation
For particles, and wonders;
Will the cat be living or dead? —
There Schrödinger goofs and blunders.
Where “h” counts light is a photon
Or else speeds as wave for a ride;
I cannot ignore diffraction,
Fringes from door’s edge, full of pride.
Planck, black-body radiation,
Created a new history;
Thanks now we can jump into space,
But then gets stumped the mystery. ||5||
Yet, it is not all dumb, stupid,
Some bona fide brain is at work;
There’s science that cares not books, labs,
Still does not from alembic shirk.
When in science there’s no scientist
Science indeed begins to know;
Without mirror grabs own image
And broadcasts as You-Tube video.
A sudden blaze of the Nothing
Kindles fires, fires, a million;
Seven earths will climb divinely,
In thought of unthinkable sun.
There was a will for night to be,
In Emptiness’s womb a sperm;
Enthused seeds bourgeon in great fields,
Smiling emeralds to confirm.
Nothing is otiose, nothing,
Joy planted every “nor” or “or”;
Have faith in the night hope to build
The day she was intended for. ||10||
4 August 2026
Ich glaube an Nächte, I have faith in nights. — Rainer Maria Rilke
Featured Image: Planck’s Formula for Black-Body Radiation
Schrödinger’s Cat


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