“The Threshold”

category: notion

“The Threshold”

By fluke of signal, blurred and faint,

A whisper crossed the cosmic paint:

“Only minds that grasp the quark

May earn a seat within the ark.”

The Earth stood still — then roared, then wept,

In shame, in rage, in dreams unkept.

Some cursed the stars, some laughed, bemused,

Some drank, some prayed, some felt abused.

Millennia dimmed that first despair,

And still the stars just blinked, unaware.

Aeons turned concrete into sand,

As nature reclaimed the broken land.

At last, the world grew calm and wise—

No longer begging for the prize.

They danced in joy, not needing more,

Content with seas, with thought, with lore.

And then—on waves of ancient light,

A voice arrived, both warm and bright:

“You’re late, but welcome, clever kin.

The test was never to ‘begin’.

Not solving math, but letting go—

Was all we waited for below.”

Credit / inspiration:

https://www.sciencealert.com/scientists-just-admitted-nobody-really-gets-quantum-physics