Cosmology is the study of the VAST hidden in
Planck length boxes
A famished and horny graduate student staring into the pasta bowl on the next table
Created the nested noodle theory of the cosmos
As commonly happens before a good theory can be proven
The analogy was consumed by the diner who was closest to the origin of the vision.
The graduate student went back to laboratory and tried to regurgitate what he had seen
Surprise. Surprise. The whole damn thing was in his head, but his gut feelings:
Noodles were hollow wave guides, electromagnetic pathways for the cosmos.
He began to do the numbers, hoping for once he would find a fellow with a desire
Willing to take a chance on something new and rich in metaphor and good for a book
String theory or is that um-
M-theory just
Dr GreeneCourting the general public with one hell of a pick up line
But never getting laid in a way that brings him closer to the extra dimensional aspects of sex
Maybe he is trying to get on the
Daily Show and I don’t mean
Terry GrossPosing his own questions and selling it like Red Bull Malt Liquor
To any damn fool that doesn’t have the money to get a degree but can read and
push a broom.
Wave guides that direct light on routes billions of light years long just to get next door
What a waste for a Hubble telescope when a worm hole to the future is only a block away.
Einstein understood warped space meant out not up
It is worse than that out means away from where you are
If wave energy is the only way to receive your messages and gravity is a tube not a tension
Then it is “look where the guide takes you and don’t get off the tram unexpectedly.”
It could lead to a relativity expansion in the vicinity of no place
Which could be confusing if it was not an intersection but an open man hole to the next tube.
Miss Delectable Universe right over in the next building, so close you can smell her
Think of it like this; if the light had to take to walking the halls and stairs to get there
Over to the next building, you idiot, this is an analogy
Pheromones are represented by light in this story and go straight to the observer like fast
Light in the wave guide is only a messenger boy taking one Planck step at a time down the hall
By the time the messenger boy gets you the image she is an old crone but you don’t see it
You see the picture from long ago, well not you but your atoms in a some new eye
On the other hand if you sniffed you yourself would have smelled her in full bloom.
Pheromones through the worm hole to the next tube. Almost like a parallel universe idea
Not so fast buster, you are a wave creature who has only just learned to walk
You don’t even get the crone or get to look at her
You are pleasantly deluded into thinking that what you see is what your gonna get
It’s what wet dreams are made of, but when he woke in the morning he was still caught
In the nested noodle universe, which explains the plight too accurately for comfort
There is not a thing he can do about it, except dream and be assured
The spaghetti he barfed up likely will go down as a symbol of total, unapproachable reality.
