Explanationists

Everyone contributes to their own mind,
inside is their very own conception of the universe,
packed intricately into a cubic foot of folds.

 
These places can be visited,

we can build onto each other’s minds,

to explore each other’s worlds.

Multi-generational, massively complex buildings breathe inside us.

A furnace that radiates love:
an idea in mind we remake infinitely better.

Tweaking things slightly,
adding on new additions,
setting up scaffolding,
bringing in neighbors to help,
assembling new theories to improve ourselves,
and thus the world.

We are the girls and boys playing at the end of the cranial culdesac.
We are lifeforms who form discoveries,
making our explanations evermore interwoven with each other.

These are our homes, our palaces,
our forges, our laboratories,
and our forests.

This is our land to explore,
this is our property to build our future possibilities on top of.

The Kick

For Richard Feynman

We're all wondering,
on a ball spinning,
we find patterns,
on an orb we lie scattered.

This exploration within lines traced,
and then dug into wood, with a hard-edged tool,
printing portraits of an ocean of molecules,

Elegance:
a nude figure brings a teardrop to Zorthian’s eyes,
and Feynman laughs at the newly unearthed theory.

We are optimist,
for the joy of it:
“the kick of the discovery.”

These psychedelic fuzzy ideas,
swim in hot pools of our understanding,
hinting at quantum worlds,
seeing the unseen,

hitting atoms,
seeking the shapes to these structures,
explicit to us egalitarians,
to us: people — explainers.

Daring to explore
a world of secrets,
forever at the edge of knowledge.