With our myriad ‘scopes at ready, men explore the enigmatic,
And no feature of all nature dodges focused, sharpened prod;
When our models and equations push electrons, we’re ecstatic,
When they fail, we bow and consecrate the question marks to God.
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My daughter went to MIT and I think she would agree with this. This is one helluva poem, and I enjoyed it immensely. What a talent.