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      December 19, 2017Broken SymmetryLeonore Wilson

      What has the most symmetry of all,
      the physicists say, is
      nothing.
      Nothing = pure symmetry.
      You can tell
      you’re in nothing
      because it doesn’t make any difference
      which way you
      turn:
      like a fish in still water who can’t tell one direction
      from another. So out of the nothingness
      you came, my son—
      once like those particles and anti-particles
      at the very beginning of the universe—
      that when they met, annihilated themselves
      in one pure burst,
      yet
      in that very genesis like the moment of conception
      when sperm and egg met, that incalculable moment
      when the burst of energy began,
      in that conversion of energy into matter,
      there was something amiss,
      the perfect symmetry of the universe
      broke
      not only matter, but anti-matter became.
      Lovely beginning of broken symmetry
      when stuff was thrown into space!
      Not all particles and their opposites joined
      that which was rebellious
      named itself:
      planets, stars, etc.
      and that which is human—
      the little world of the embryo not tidy,
      we = not tidy.
      Something became out of nothing
      and you with your love
      of order, mathematics, patterns,
      always looking for the why, you are
      the universe itself—
      you, longing to find the perfect
      in the not-so-perfect,
      the revelation began at your conception,
      when you first swam in me
      and saw all around you the fluid-void;
      not only did you form, you started your own galaxy
      of evolution: plant, fish, animal,
      your own unimaginable
      destiny you made I nurtured:
      this is what links me to you—
      still draws my arms up in elbows
      remembering
      that segment
      of time and space which was all-
      becoming,
      matter and anti-matter,
      primal nine-month history
      of our own big bang.

      from #17 - Summer 2002

      Leonore Wilson

      “Writing is my sanity, my prater, my connection with the mysteries of the universe. More and more I am drawn to the link between the sciences and the humanities. This I find both thrilling and fulfilling.”