The following is a poem by Richard P. Feynman who was a brilliant experimental physicist, an inspirational teacher, a philosopher, a poet, an artist and an accomplished bongo player. He taught and inspired a new generation of scientists and philosophers and maybe even a musician or two. But it is as an artist I have been propelled along by his question: ‘Is no one inspired by our present picture of the Universe? This value of science remains unsung by singers, you are reduced to hearing not a song or poem, but an evening lecture about it. This is not yet a scientific age. What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?’.
the patterns of one another
till complex new ones are formed.
They make others like themselves
and a new dance starts.
Living things, masses of atoms DNA, protein
Atoms with consciousness; matter with curiosity
An atom in the universe.
– Richard Feynman