This poem will probably make absolutely no sense to anyone other than myself. I had a dream last night that I was standing in front of a shattered mirror screaming at the top of my lungs over and over again, "Isometric Isomorphism, Isometric Isomorphism!" This is just a weird poem inspired by a weird dream. I think I understand it but I am not sure if anyone else will!
Everyday I wake up to a one dimensional world...
human monotony
religion and politics together-a mind stunting neoteny
what travesty
people blind, not able to see outside and beyond indoctrinated reality
losing piece by piece their absolute totality
disillusioned by their stunted mentality
The Euclidean March I call it
prefected by political propaganda and holy writ
Humanity walks a very thin line
without knowledge of real time
Human monotony limiting us to one dimension
our intellect and consciousness are kept from ascension
handicapping our mind
making the truth so very hard to find
Humanity not thinking beyond one dimension barely seeing two
let alone three or four
or the possibility of there ever being more
no longer having the drive to explore
for a truth they would most certainly adore
They continue this one dimensional thinking
never rethinking
just one dimensional flat thinking
Thinking only inside out and never outside and beyond
just content trying to be part of the beau monde,
that never ceasing pathetic materialistic quest
of which the truly intelligent are never impressed
for the intelligent are always searching
and always researching
continuing to look for all the answers
they are the never tiring intellectual dancers
while the others are stuck in their false reality
that forecasts a certain fatality
Each person trapped on their own embedded layer
unable to see the truth of the universal multilayer
Stuck we are in a complex system of an isometric isomorphism
searching for our hyperbolic quaternion-our magic prism
we are stuck between untruth and truth in a hellish schism
Lucky I have been, for I have gazed through the optical prism
into a world that goes on infinitely outside the hellish schism
I have learned that when ordinary three dimensions of space combine
they form a single dimension of time
a waltz called Minkowski's Spacetime
a four dimensional manifold
a place where many dimensions of possibility unfold
a reality that is a true site to behold
The mindless mass of humanity can have their one dimensional world
I have held the knowledge of the truth unfurled
I have seen the truthful real world
I would rather waltz with Minkowski while singing his tune
than march with Euclidean to his doom
human monotony
religion and politics together-a mind stunting neoteny
what travesty
people blind, not able to see outside and beyond indoctrinated reality
losing piece by piece their absolute totality
disillusioned by their stunted mentality
The Euclidean March I call it
prefected by political propaganda and holy writ
Humanity walks a very thin line
without knowledge of real time
Human monotony limiting us to one dimension
our intellect and consciousness are kept from ascension
handicapping our mind
making the truth so very hard to find
Humanity not thinking beyond one dimension barely seeing two
let alone three or four
or the possibility of there ever being more
no longer having the drive to explore
for a truth they would most certainly adore
They continue this one dimensional thinking
never rethinking
just one dimensional flat thinking
Thinking only inside out and never outside and beyond
just content trying to be part of the beau monde,
that never ceasing pathetic materialistic quest
of which the truly intelligent are never impressed
for the intelligent are always searching
and always researching
continuing to look for all the answers
they are the never tiring intellectual dancers
while the others are stuck in their false reality
that forecasts a certain fatality
Each person trapped on their own embedded layer
unable to see the truth of the universal multilayer
Stuck we are in a complex system of an isometric isomorphism
searching for our hyperbolic quaternion-our magic prism
we are stuck between untruth and truth in a hellish schism
Lucky I have been, for I have gazed through the optical prism
into a world that goes on infinitely outside the hellish schism
I have learned that when ordinary three dimensions of space combine
they form a single dimension of time
a waltz called Minkowski's Spacetime
a four dimensional manifold
a place where many dimensions of possibility unfold
a reality that is a true site to behold
The mindless mass of humanity can have their one dimensional world
I have held the knowledge of the truth unfurled
I have seen the truthful real world
I would rather waltz with Minkowski while singing his tune
than march with Euclidean to his doom
"Space by itself
and time by itself
are doomed
to fade away
into mere shadows
unless they dance
together in unison
preserving their
Independent Reality"
Einstein knew it, so too did Lorentz and Poincare
Chasing after Truth, Time, and Space for eternity shall by a wild affair!
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