And Then There Were Photons
An electron, while trav'ling in space,
met a positron there "face-to-face."
The electron then sighed,
at the sight of his bride
and they "died" in a loving embrace.
Two slits were wide open, you see.
But no photons would land here on me.
When they shut down one slit,
I received quite a bit.
Well now, how could that possibly be?
Short Ode to John Keats
That beauty ain't truth, we now know.
And, yes, truth isn't beauty, but lo,
although they're quite rare,
those two do form a pair.
And by bottom and top they now go.
Is nature so fickle, my friend,
an indefinite future t'portend?
"Well they say it is so
'cause experiments show
Probability reigns in the end."