I have a unified field theory too, <br />because I like the word “field” <br />with its grasses and wind in my hair. <br /> <br />My unified field theory is <br />written in the gravity of phrases <br />scribbled in ink by technicians and lovers, <br />longing for meaning in glass containers, <br />hunting for new DNA strains <br />that sweep and swoon like violins <br />and can link that first pungent smell <br />of the garlic squeezed in the press <br />to the idea of a constantly expanding universe. <br /> <br />Of course it’s expanding. <br />How could Einstein have thought otherwise? <br />That he got it wrong is hardly comforting. <br />The aging star, sniffing at quantum upstarts, <br />craving a unity based on geometry, <br />infusing newfound meaning in <br />a shape from a child’s coloring book or <br />a passenger’s wave behind glass <br />from a departing train.<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/einstein-s-mistake/
