—Margaret Wertheim, on Einstein’s equations for his General Theory of Relativity
The elegance of the simplest things
makes them right. The shape of a smooth stone
cannot be argued against —one touch
is testimony of its rightness. Its small heft
says, I’m here. Its mass, snapped by a spinning tire
shattering a windshield is evidence
of the isness of its being.
Its adherence to universal laws says, I belong.
Its pleasing roundness
rolling in the cup of a palm
proves its truth. The way it rests in light,
glowing amber in harmony
with the color of the rising sun
is as much a claim to rightness
as the perfection of equations
or the presence of love.
Its quanta, its contours, its silence,
strange and familiar as they are,
are as correct and beautiful
as this fleeting breath.
How could anything so beautiful
not be right?
by Jim Culleny