Beginning
with bare and vacuous void,
powerful words promulgated, “Let us have
something bright and dynamic,
full of zeal.”
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And amid
that vast, immeasurable
absence of all appeared one singular light
quantum, dispelling darkness
in its path.
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When such first
hint of glow propagated,
no utterance existed to express its
marvelous allure, save “Good” —
or yet, “Wow”.
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Much delight
ensued over this primal
emanation, this luminous element,
inducing desire to rest
and enjoy.
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Resentful
and dreadfully self-conscious,
however, wee, solitary quantum cried,
“I too want to rest, but lack
what it takes.”
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Woefully
meagre, lone proto-photon,
with literally nothing on which to lean,
would cease to exist, should it
stop moving.
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Indulging
this pitiful plea, words spoke,
“Let us have something with mass to absorb our
unhappy quantum, granting
it repose.”
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Instantly,
negativity emerged
in particular form — prototype of all
electrons — spinning freely,
though by halves.
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Certainly,
relief lay before them now,
but, alas, when little quantum drew near to
electron, another gripe
came to bear.
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“Absorbing
that photon,” insisted this
substantial, new particle, “I will become
excited — aroused beyond
all control.”
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Desiring
predictability, it
prayed, “Grant me some benign resolution which
assures security and
rootedness.”
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In answer,
words mercifully declared,
“Let us have something attractive to keep our
electron relatively
stabilized.”
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Hence, massive
proto-proton issued forth —
positive in its nature and quarkily
tripartite in its complex
formation.
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Electron
instantly felt itself drawn
into orbit around this new particle,
finding both direction and
latitude.
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Peace, at last,
loomed large amid creation —
while not perfect, this universe showed promise,
complementarity, and
energy.
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Yet, to no
surprise, satisfaction failed
to materialize, as proton called out,
“Explain my bizarre structure,
if you please.”
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“Yes, of course,”
words replied. “I thought it best
to make you triune, like me — as I intend,
utter, and bring to effect
all things real.”
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“My concern
deepens now,” proton grumbled.
“Should this design founder, I will fall apart,
and all things real shall become
worse for it.”
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“Not at all,”
words declared. “Your condition,
though sticky, exhibits stronger influence
than any yet begotten.
You will thrive.”
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“We will see,”
proton said. “In any case,
while I tend to this quite precarious leash
on that electron, do me
one favor:
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“Make for me
some form of real companion —
one willing to venture near me and divert
my attention from this dull
employment.”
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Words, once more,
commanded existence and
proton beheld within its domain that which
words pronounced — lacking charge and
called neutron.
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“Yes, indeed,”
cried proton. “Quarks like my quarks
and mass like my mass, this sticky particle
shall provide stability
and order.”
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At long last,
calm and comfort descended
upon all things real, such that each felt quite at
home and justified — free to
move or rest.
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— Andrew Salchert
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