Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Some song, particles

Tout Le Monde
Carla Bruni

This song reminds me of a time when I was imploding in joy. If the universe is infinite outwards, outer space and all; what is it inward? How many layers deep do we go? Microcosms of what layered? I go in more than I go out.

Today a particle smashing machine began smashing particles in Switzerland. I think some things remain better as questions than they do as answers.

I swore this morning in the half-lidded microcosm between where I live in my dreams and this world, I felt a shudder in my God particle, a minuscule earthquake.

I know what they smashed in the atom-smasher. Romance.

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