Song of Two Worlds
In Alan Lightman's new ebook, a verse narrative, we meet a guy who has misplaced his religion in all issues following a mysterious own tragedy. After many years of dwelling "hung like a dried fly," emptied and haunted via his earlier, the narrator awakens one morning revitalized and starts a Dante-like trip to discover anything to think in, first turning to the area of technology after which to the area of philosophy, faith, and human existence. As his own tale is slowly printed, bit by bit, we confront the good questions of the cosmos and of the human center, a few questions with solutions and others with out.
cross quick, so quick, but right here i'm Stirring my tea. Abbas knocks on the door, Calling me. What am i able to say during this dwindling time? eighty four “Were you calling?” “No,” says Abbas, “And you don’t glance so good.” I stroll to the piano and play a malouf, music that my mom taught, Qasida poetry, weaving in gradual syncopation. Abbas slowly closes his eyes, smiles, we could his cane slip and fall to the ﬂoor. “Yes,” he says, whispering, “You nonetheless have faith.” On I play, threading the melodies, Fragments of.
simply atoms, fabric formed like somebody, his face, Grouped in a mass at the mattress. ninety I shower him as he bathed me years in the past, Rub him with dimpled textile, lemon and cleaning soap, ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ 89 Wrap him with 3 turns of a sheet, Jasmine perfumed. Abbas, pricey Abbas, fare good my outdated pal – yet i'm by myself. within the curved hallway, his daughters are draped in black, Beating their chests silently. Husbands take a seat sharing a pipe, additionally in black. Villagers stand at the terrace Reciting prayers,.
Itself – Even in vacancy make a specific thing complete? My partners are long past – Newton and Darwin, Al-Haytham and Einstein, Lavoisier. Lao-Tsu, Rembrandt and Omar Khayyam. My mom and uncle, my misplaced spouse and kids, Abbas and his daughters and sons – Whom am i able to love who won't move to not anything, whilst all move to not anything, in addition to this track? * * * ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ninety nine Is there not anything and not anything, A drivel from dry sea beds As time slides to an finish? It can't be so. i have to succeed in out to what.
✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ 20 22 what's the degree of circle and arc? Magical digits of pi – right here, the ﬁrst seven-hundred and 80 six, Sacred sum of the letters of Basmalah: 3.141592653589793238462643383279 502884197169399375105820974944 592307816406286208998628034825 342117067982148086513282306647 093844609550582231725359408128 481117450284102701938521105559 644622948954930381964428810975 665933446128475648233786783165 271201909145648566923460348610 454326648213393607260249141273.
complete blaze In a few galaxy ﬂung in the course of the desolate tract of area. 1000 new dawns for what goal? the celebs and the comets, the hundreds and forces, The gold drops of tea in my cup – Is all of it accidental? One blithered yawn? Does the universe understand of its spinnings And varieties? Divide ﬂesh from the ﬂeshless? As I take a seat on my terrace, i ponder If anything can see me, a few sizeable lidless eye. or maybe pay attention me, My murmurs and breaths. * * * ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ ✐ fifty nine Softly I utter from Omar.