Ancient Lights

There’s nowhere that my eyes can’t touch when up in outer space. :)Thank you Bolt.

That is an awesome law of physics. But the thing about the electron’s flight is the certainty of uncertainly. Not necessarily within it, but in truth as well, the irony of Heisenberg’s own life is an incredible irony.  A brilliant scientist with a mind far greater than my own.  The Heisenberg Principle of Uncertainty is an unimaginable long and drawn out equation and explanation that is simply this: life is unexplainable, so, it is in the language that we better understand it.  
 
However small the change, and through the effects of language, as with this genuinely ingeniously inscribed mathematical equation that is unseen throughout all geometry of all things, it is only noticeable on a scale through our perception of the sum of all reality.  I know it's going to be a good day when it starts off with my mind on physics. :)

I can't explain it, and only in my perception do I understand it.  Read what interests you a thousand times if you have to - I did.  Time is an illusion of increments; a measurement of mans existence.  Mass bends light.  Light has weight.  Red shift is just the long end, the stretch of a spectrum, just as ultraviolet is the short wavelength. I don't know how long we have been moving forward throughout the evolution of space, but the arrows of time are irreversible. And yes there are exceptions when looking at the inverted electrons perception as energy, but that is the weirdness of physics.  It just poses more questions than anything. :)

If you search any further, you’ll be looking into thermodynamics and entropy.  I recommend Enrico Fermi. You’ll find it in poetry!  These men that knew nothing of modernisms, or of Heisenberg’s Uncertainty.  Read "Song of Myself", It’s the spirit of devotion that you seek. :) “Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Have you reckon'd the earth much?  Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?  Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?  Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.” – Walt Whitman