Debashish, I'd be glad to compute your refractive index,
if I had the wisdom to do so. In lieu of that, I'll just
enjoy the way you assemble your words. -gene.

I'm so glad that I blundered into you again here at AD. I'm in and out of here so often that I don't know if I am afoot or horseback. While I am the master of stating the obvious, you are the master of Profundity.

duke larance -- the drugstore cowboy poet

I very much like this new-ism, Debs. It's one and the same yet opposite, holding shape and meaning within its contradictions. The more that is known about something, the less we understand about how it "is", perhaps: like the difference between understanding "how go the heavens", but not "how the heavens go". My refractive index is pretty palty, but your paradoxophical vision is pretty much a hawklike 20-2! :)) xx

This poem fascinated me, like Peter said need to get those binary vitamins!

Much peace, love and light,

Amber

The uncertainty principle of Werner Heisenberg nuanced in poetic verse. The more precisely you measure a property, like position, the less precise the measurement of another propertry, like momentum. I need to take my binary vitamins before computing refractive indexes; but I'll get back you on that one. Good poem.