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There once was a photon that shot out out of the Sun, In some hue of infrared.
Meanwhile, a family of quarks (called a proton) had begun, Watching an electron zip overhead.
The photon, unwilling from the very depths of its soul, To change course and avoid a collision that night,
Stayed true to its trajectory, willfulness burning like coal, And slammed into the electron at the speed of light.
This Feynman diagram shows the scattering using art, And Einstein in his book "Relativity" had writ,
"Time has no independent existence apart, From the order of events by which we measure it."
So let's look at this from a new spacetime reference frame: A perspective where time runs along a spatial dimension line.
Now, the photon splits into an electron and a "positron", or the name, Of an electron moving backwards in time.
So the photon, like a big, balanced Zero, which is not empty but full, Began shattering itself into more and more particles.
Maintaining its neutral charge, of course, (otherwise this would be a bunch of bull), It peppered the sky like letters through an article.
The distance between these bits of energy we call "spacetime", And their natural drive to reunite, the "fundamental forces".
These forces are what cause particles to interact, producing things sublime. Things like the Earth, pterodactyls, jack-o-lanterns and horses.
You know, particles collect and clot, mingle and knot, and collectively create the sparkling cosmos,
But they also arrange themselves in such intricate ways so as to live and breathe, to create you and me.
The particles arranged themselves to give the photon a second chance. Its little bits of energy zipped around like bullets from a gun.
On the surface, looking chaotic, but for them it was a dance, Because once again we see the photon shooting from Sun.