Poetry: 11 Dimensions + Time

For Hawk, Happy Birthday my dear

Hawking may say that there are 10 dimensions + time

And as well you know (at some length) I think that’s just fine

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And no matter how we argued over whether or not

Feynman and I share a common understanding of electric knots

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I loved that you’d sit through a whole lecture from Brian Cox

Or watch me watch Carl Sagan fold spacetime with blocks

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We have argued a fair few times about about M theory

Sub-atomic particles, Dark Matter – I know you found it dreary

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Neil deGrasse Tyson and Bill Nye were always my heroes, not yours

Science doesn’t have the answers you’d say, but deep down in your core

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You love Einstein just as much as I do

And you’re a scientist through and through

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You didn’t always believe me when I talked about quantum mechanics

But there was never a doubt in your mind I could do fluid dynamics

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Or physics, or anything I set my mind to

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Hawking may say there are 10 dimensions + time

There ought to be an extra one for you

An extra dimension

Reality folded in on itself in gorgeous origami

So I guess you are right, and I can’t do quantum physics after all

My math would never work out

Because I believe there are 11 dimensions + time

A whole extra dimension for us to live in, Hawk. Sometimes, it really feels like we’re breaking the laws of physics in real time – but I’m more than happy to break the rules, live an unsual life and share a whole bunch of spacetime with you.

Love,

MarieAthena x

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