11-29-2019

Upon learning that an impossibly large black hole exists

The scientists found it and now we can read
how large it is: 70 times more massive
than our sun, yet dark and passive.
Still, light cannot plead
its case with it. How can we prove
that which we cannot see?
By the way it pulls at whom we
are closest; steadily and silently. No love
can escape it. There is no physics
(not even perhaps with the new fifth force)
to explain how dense the loss of its source
has become. And so we call on the mystics
to ease the pain akin to swallowing an atomic balm
to fill the space left (with a new star) after losing one's mom.

https://www.cnn.com/2019/11/28/asia/china-black-hole-discovery-intl-hnk-scli-scn/index.html

11-16-2019

Jacob's Ladder

What he saw in the desert threw him for a loop:
A ladder with Angels going up and coming down
In response to the question: "Who are we, Lord? What miracle soup
gives life to the bones all around."
We wrestle with the fact that our lives
are a spiral ladder of 23 steps that repeat
while the spirit buzzes amid the hives
of cells. He asked for a neat
explanation and got a DNA puzzle
that he would not have the tools
to assemble for millennia. So a muzzle
is what we get for fools
Errands. We cannot speak the way God speaks.
By saying "mountains," God creates a range of peaks
we climb up and down, searching for the soul in its evening gown. 

Happy Birthday, Gomez. 10-3-2019

Look, Squirrel! 

The phrase is used to tease our dogs, but with minor alterations
one could adapt it for journalists by calling it a tweet;
or “I’m 29 again!” when unwanted birthday wishes appear from friends and relations;
or “I thought it was April 18^th this year!” when taxes are due! Oh, wouldn’t that be sweet?
But throwing the newshounds off the scent only works on professionals,
children and others unrestricted by fact-checking can smell skunks
no matter how often they hold up acorns in their confessionals.
Better to open the restricted areas and let the bad air out than debunk
the emperor’s latest fascist statement by mislabeling it: “fashion statement.”
Is this the teapot calling the kettle whistleblower? But the sense
of the indictment (no matter how well-meaning) yields only abatement.
Once the squirrel takes off its costume or jumps the fence
called attention span and a video of a kitty cat captures the mice
of millions of computers.  We await a better mousetrap, when the squirrel doesn’t suffice.

Project Nexus. Sonnet 3. May 27, 2019

Translation Corruption

Well, one thing was certain. My attempt to banish my target's
mind worm was not happening today. Oh, and folks who chastise
for overthinking, have never faith-healed at a distance. Baptise
by fire and risk losing a soul. There's no way to fend off mental harpies
without considering culture, wisdom, layers of meaning in language,
experience, history, and most importantly doing unto others
as they would have done to them by sisters and brothers.
That last commandment alone is so frail in the transfer stage,
that one must at least overfeel it if not overthink it. Oh,
if only I were in the same timeroom as the one with the mind bug, 
I could do the simplest profound act of understanding and offer a hug.
But that is what makes remote faith-healing so
difficult. I sigh my disappointment and rise,
to go out for a garden walk among the azalea's beauty so wise. 

May 4 2019

Marriage Advice-- A hug works better than discourse sometimes

If I could wish anything for you it would be to
give you the constant recognition of what you already
have--best summed up by a two- or three-year old child
wearing play clothes with smudges of bright tempera paint running
to you after trying so hard all day to follow
impossible and ludicrous directions of
how to be a better person; just to give
you a hug that says: "this fleeting expression of love
is how I want to hold you forever."
Be that loving child for each other every day,
and you will have what most people dream of.

Project Nexus. Sonnet 2. May 26, 2019

Heisenberg Specialist Watson

So Watson waltzed over to my lotus position,
to check my logic stream prior to projecture,
"Here is the problem, it is one of conjecture!
You must be positive of your quantum decision.
 Is it wavelike or particular observation you are wanting?"
 She asked with a smile. My answer came with feeling of punting,
"Both?" Then she scoffed with a frown of dismayed derision,
"Certainly not! What nonsense, Initiate! Choose one or the other
Translation, not both! King James or International, are you trying to joke?"
"No." was my sheepish reply as I felt her pointed finger's poke, 
As she said, "Well, as an initiate,  you should have caught that one, Brother! 
Then she stomped back to her desk, much put out by the interruption.
But I couldn't help wonder about the effect of translation corruption. 

Project Nexus. Sonnet 1. May 25, 2019

Project Nexus. Sonnet 1.

My project nexus ID shows: Spo Blue.
Birthdate: Inexact. Eyes: Green, Sex: Male
Age 20, Six-Eleven Robert Frost Trail
Projector-initiate, Nexus Level Two. 
Currently, I am reminded of a sentence spoken
By Master Projector Twiz in my first Nexus lecture, 
As I contemplate Mark 9:29 prior to my next projecture.
King James says "only prayer AND fasting." But broken
understanding of what was really meant,
keeps me twirling my ID badge bemused
Since in the International Version only "prayer" is used.
With my eyes on the IDs rainbow hologram bent.
Before I project, (I know my doubt's too much,)
I call in a Heisenberg specialist, before I release the clutch.   

Project Nexus Title Page, May 25, 2019

Project Nexus

The following pages will contain an exploration of a genre I am calling Sci-fai (pronounced sigh-fay). This fiction genre includes elements of science and elements of faith. It is not the first of its kind. I am only bringing it up to underscore what many already believe: one does not have to purge one's faith in order to be scientific and one does not need to deny science in order to be faithful. Enjoy the spirit exploration that follows and know you are not alone.

--Pluto Corsini

"Faith without inquiry is blind. Inquiry without faith is sterile. Faith and inquiry without love is disastrous."

--Master Projector Twiz