In 2015 physicists described the detection of gravity waves which had been predicted by General Relativity as being tiny deformations in space-time dating back to the Big Bang. Einstein has apparently expressed doubt that it would ever be possible to find reliable empirical evidence for their existence. This is all over my head but it did prompt me to write a poem which entertains as a possibility the preservation of everything. It also refers to something which troubles me greatly, what is the right relationship between science and the humanities. I had difficulties completing the poem to my satisfaction and talked with my friend and former psychiatric colleague, Graham Rooth who made some helpful suggestions, hence the dedication. Incidentally, Graham is author of the book Prophet for a Dark Age – A companion to the works of René Guénon published by Sussex Press.
WHAT’S PAST for Graham Rooth
Time was: its impress on us fading template already perhaps for something new, or plain forgotten but let's suppose never wholly destined to disappear. Not: as though it had never been, rather, like the foundation of a house or first stirring of life, untouched, unseen, essentially present, here in the twist of who we are. The signs of cosmic events, unbelievably old, have lingered in space ever since. Scientists who were looking, now report them found. As I stir my morning coffee, will this small act, I wonder leave traces too? Waves recombining for ever. If not us, who on earth will bother, try to tilt facts toward feeling, picture what it is to be human; want better?