I set upon one moonless night
a reckless quest for inspiration.
I found it as I so often do
in the most unlikely of places.
"On the Electrodynamics of Moving Bodies"
A paper published over a century in our past
by an office clerk of no notoriety.
It rattled the foundations of our presumptions
and brought generations of giants
down to their knees, and back to their drawing boards.
While the mathematics appear complex,
it's assertion is simple,
penned with incomparable elegance.
You all know of it, through the simple equation it birthed
Astonished and delighted
that the mathematics were not yet lost
from a youth spent pouring over such matters.
I drew inspiration here in a brand new way.
It set me on to evaluate my own Relativity.
To a newborn child,
I am as yet undefined
as the whole of existence
is from that perspective
To my sixteen year old son,
I am a cartographer
displaying the lands as I have seen them
scrutinizing the topography
helping him select a path for his journey.
To a person of middle age,
I am a companion
as we attempt to regain sight
of the paths given to us by our fathers.
To an elder,
I am but a toddler
taking my first steps
not upon the ground
but into the realm of wisdom.
To the earth,
I am an annoyance
I consume without recompense
I leave wounds that do not heal
I am a mosquito it has thankfully chosen not yet to swat
To the cosmos,
I am infinitesimally small
a fragment of a splinter
of a fraction of an instant
in an utterly incomprehensible expanse of space and time.
I dare not say
for to presume to know the mind
of an almighty
is true folly indeed.
I set out on a quest for inspiration
instead I found an immutable truth.
I am relative to all things
and clutching to that truth
I carry on.