This poem is a sonnet about theories and reality.
Equality of energy and mass
Is Einstein’s theory in summation brief.
That German, who was in a different class,
Did overcome the public’s disbelief.
But theories were not made to last all time,
For they are merely steps along the way.
We were not meant to treat them as divine,
Since present thoughts aren’t those of yesterday.
A singular approach to thinking comes
When finding truths about the world are lies.
The mind to real eternity succumbs
When we do learn that true life never dies.
Although both space and time do not exist,
Until we change our minds they will persist.
In this poem, I don’t mean to say that mass and energy are not interrelated phenomena, but that the theory of relativity does not describe ultimate reality, which is beyond space and time.
People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
If, then, it is true that the axiomatic basis of theoretical physics cannot be extracted from experience but must be freely invented, can we ever hope to find the right way? Nay, more, has this right way any existence outside illusions? … I answer without hesitation that there is, in my opinion, a right way, and that we are capable of finding it. … In a certain sense, therefore, I hold that pure thought can grasp reality, as the ancients dreamed.
Are time and space illusions? Can “pure thought” apprehend reality? What do you think?