m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


In The End, Physics is Dead!

In The End, Physics is Dead!

Philosophy is dead”, he declared, 

confusing g-d linguistically to shock Nietzsche.  

Yet, when you work without equations

in this brief history of time, you are a philosopher! 

When you speak of hope, of life worth living,

for and against euthanasia; When you speak

about human nature and computer viruses, 

the only form of life we have created

so far in this universe, being purely destructive, 

you are philosophizing as every scientist does. 

Hard data develops in fundamental matter, 

consciousness, call it perceptronium. It wonders: 

Why are we here? Where did we come from? 

Physics is philosophy! As unified as m-theory! 

Magic, mystery, or membrane, wait to decide

when a more fundamental formulation of the theory

is known. a matrix of branes exists in the sugar... 

super and quantum. Philosophy permeates, logic formulates! 

Beyond eleven dimensions, in some vast far off

future, where all knowledge is known, take a wisdom pill, 

consciousness gathers in this noosphere at omega! 

Now fast forward to this end, all are omniscient

twisting on the mobius eternal golden braid, 

the philosopher stands declaring, your “ physics is dead”! 

Each brane is now different...roll the dice, begin again! 

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