Three hundred angel dancers skipped for seventeen unending minutes on a pinwide width of birdsong caught in flimsy branches wind-swayed and quivering. In case you're doubtful, let me run that past you one more time:- Three hundred antimatter atoms (antihydrogen, in fact) jigged about for seventeen long minutes cradled by magnetic force fields in a man-made vacuum. Neither version seems more likely or unlikely than the other. Some slight brush, a passing contact with any substance from the world we know would have sufficed for them to interactively destruct for each to cancel out the other. The vacuum could not hold. What, I wonder, if it had? And what, I wonder could not hold in the Big Bang? Had the Big Bang managed more consistency with mankind's intellect then matter and its antimatter would have found a perfect balance thereby annihilating everything before anything got going. Which is why the scientists of Cern are playing with the angels. Their next step is to bathe their particles in microwaves illuminate them with their laser beams hoping to discover what it was went wrong in the Big Bang and how the hell this universe survived?
The experiment to which this poem refers was conducted in CERN's Large Hadron Collider a couple of weeks ago, so is somewhat behind the times - goodness knows what they might have done by know!
I regret that I am now about to disappear again for a few days. This weekend we have our daughter's 25th Wedding Anniversary, which I mentioned earlier. It was one of the reasons for my week away from blogging. I was preparing some photo-montages for the occasion. On this occasion, however, the posts will continue to appear - notice my restored faith in Blogger. Hopefully, I shall be visiting etc today, then not again until Monday, or perhaps Tuesday, when I shall do my best to catch up. This would be a good time, I think, to thank all those friends who helped to keep the site ticking over last time. Much appreciated. Adieu, wish us some good weather!