Time, time
why does it vanish?
All manner of things
what infinite variety.
Three thousands rivers
all from one source.
Time, space
mind, matter, reciprocal.
Time, time
it never returns.
Space, space
how much can it hold?
In constant motion
always in flux.
Black holes lurking
mysteries afoot.
Space and time
one without bounds.
Infinite, infinite
the secrets of the universe.
Inexhaustible, lovely
in every detail.
Measure time, measure space
no one can do it.
Watched through a straw
what's to be learned has no end.
SHING-TUNG YAU
Beijing, 2002.
From, Shing-Tung Yau and Steve Nadis, "THE SHAPE OF THE INNER SPACE - String Theory and the Geometry of the Universe's Hidden Dimensions", Basic Books, NY, 201o.
(The bolds are of the blogger's.)
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