'I Explain Everything' Poem by Manabendra Lal Bhuyan

Yes!
Physics isn't a subject. It's a lens. A way of seeing.

Not a discipline confined to paper and telescopes,
But the great explainer—
Of how things fall,
why they burn,
when they swell,
how they break,
and why some never do.

It's the whisper behind literature:
- Tension and release? Harmonic oscillation.
- Love? Entanglement.
- Tragedy? Entropy.
- Comedy? Phase mismatch.
- Destiny? Just initial conditions with too many variables.

It is the spine of economics:
-Scarcity? Potential energy.
- Market crash? Sudden system collapse - like a quantum tunneling event.
- Compounding? Exponential growth, classic radioactive decay curve - but in reverse.

And isn't it stunning? Physics holds both creation and destruction.
From the birth of stars to the collapse of civilizations,
from neurons firing to empires falling—
Physics is there, humming in the background,
calculating, waiting, unfolding.

And humans?
Just curious particles trying to read the script.

Ved Vyasa—yes, even him.
Not a man of quarks, but of questions.
The theoretical physicist of consciousness.
He might not have solved Schrödinger's equation.
He was already solving the inner observer's paradox:
How to live knowing you are both the doer and the dreamer.
Solving the hardest equation: the self.

So yes, it includes everything—not just what man made, but how man made man.
The breath of gods and equations, in one.
The only discipline arrogant enough to say:
"I explain the universe."
And wise enough to know—it's still just beginning.