An Ode to Physics

Physics is the poetry of motion.

Apply a force (F) to a mass (M), and you’ll produce an acceleration (A) every day, per Newton’s Second Law.

Once in motion, that mass will have kinetic energy, per K.E.= 1/2 M V^2, where V is velocity.

See, physics is the conductor of the cosmos, per Einstein’s Field Equations, which I won’t list here for the sake of those of a less science persuasion.

It’s the pied piper of particles, master of the ocean’s motion via Newton’s Law of Universal Gravity (F= G [M1*M2/ r^2], where G is the gravitation constant and r is the radial distance between the masses.

Physics is the destroyer of worlds, the cracker of the atom per Einstein’s Theory of Special Relativity (his famous equation E=MC^2).

Physics lays bare the heart of the universe.

I don’t mean to geek, but we are all children of star dust.

And once we shuffle off this mortal coil, we will return from whence we came to continue the great comic dance.

For the First Law of Thermodynamics states: energy can neither be created nor destroyed, merely transferred or converted from one form to another.

From one star brother to the another, the beauty and elegance of reducing the universe to a series of equations has no parallel in heaven or hell.

It’s the music of creation and makes my heart swell, the ringing of the universal bell and knowing exactly for whom it tolls.

Word to your mother, there’s no limit to the wonders physics can produce with a few formulas and numbers.