If you can’t be a Spark, be a Speck,
Since both take the same wondrous trek,
They fly through space and time pursuing the sublime,
Where the infinite and finite intersect.
Now Spark was a ‘lectron that could,
Do everything a little one should,
Though he didn’t have a brain or a neuron to explain,
What to do, when to go, and where he stood.
And Speck was a particle with some mass,
But you couldn’t spot his ass with a magnifying glass,
He floated ’round in space with others he’d embrace,
To make a solid, or a liquid, or a gas.
Infinitesimal are the two, indestructible, too,
Tiny building blocks united with invisible glue,
Our universe they comprise – as observed by human eyes,
Forever they’re together in this fermenting brew.
If you rather be a Spark than a Speck,
Hang around and don’t become a nervous wreck,
To get energy from matter, you can transform the latter,
Using sophisticated nuclear high tech.
Composed by C. M. Hollis
(Over the Pacific Ocean somewhere between Maui and San Francisco)
