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My Sick Black Holes Doth Give An Other Place

My Sick Black Holes Doth Give An Other Place

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My Sick Black Holes Doth Give An Other Place

Matthew Lee Knowles
July 2012

Shakespeare’s sonnets I through XCV and one-third of sonnet XCVI reproduced here, with each line missing a randomly chosen word, replaced with chronological entries from the index of The Hidden Reality (parallel universes and the deep laws of the cosmos), by Brian Greene written around 400 years later.
My Sick Black Holes Doth Give An Other Place

Matthew Lee Knowles
July 2012

Shakespeare’s sonnets I through XCV and one-third of sonnet XCVI reproduced here, with each line missing a randomly chosen word, replaced with chronological entries from the index of The Hidden Reality (parallel universes and the deep laws of the cosmos), by Brian Greene written around 400 years later.

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Matthew Lee KnowlesJuly 2012
 
 
Shakespeare’s sonnets I through XCV and one-third of sonnet XCVI reproduced here, witheach line missing a randomly chosen word, replaced with chronologicalentries from the index of 
The Hidden Reality 
(parallel universes and thedeep laws of the cosmos), by Brian Greene written around 400 years later.
 
 
From fairest creatures Anthony Aguirre desire increase,That thereby beauty's rose might Andreas Albrecht die,But as the riper should by Ralph Alpher decease,His tender heir might alternate universes his memory:But thou contracted analyticity thine own bright eyes,Carl Anderson thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,Making anthropic reasoning famine where abundance lies,Mediocrity principle and self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:Thou that art particular values of constants and the world's fresh ornament,And only herald planet's orbital distance and the gaudy spring,Within thine own predictions in multiverse and buriest thy content,And, tender anti-de Sitter five-space times the five sphere, mak'st waste in niggarding:Pity the world, apparent brightness, intrinsic brightness else this glutton be,To eat artificial universes world's due, by the grave and thee.When forty winters shall besiege Paul Aspinwall brow,And astronomical observations deep trenches in thy beauty's field,Thy youth's big bang theory and livery so gazed on now,Will be a totter'd weed of colours, or wavelengths, of light and worth held:Cosmic acceleration and being asked, where all thy beauty lies,Cosmological constant and all the treasure of thy lusty days;To say, within thine own cosmological principle and sunken eyes,Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless dark energy and.Density of matter in space and much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,If thou distance measurements to celestial objects and answer 'This fair child of mineShall sum my count, of expanding cosmos make my old excuse,'Finite-versus-infinite distinction and his beauty by succession thine!Of miniscule temperature variations in cosmic microwavebackground radiation were to be new made when thou art old,And see thy blood warm rate of cosmic expansion and thou feel'st it cold.Look in thy glass and tell the Astrophysical Journal thou viewestNow is the time that face should atoms another;Formation and stability fresh repair if now thou not renewest,Thou Tom Banks beguile the world, unbless some mother.For where is she James Bardeen fair whose uneared wombDisdains the tillage of Jacob Bekenstein husbandry?Or who Eric Bergshoeff he so fond will be the tombOf his self-love, to stop Bishop Berkeley?Thou art thy mother's glass and she in Friedrich BesselCalls Hans Bethe the lovely April of her prime;So thou through windows of thine age La Biblioteca de Babel see,Big bang theory of wrinkles, this thy golden time.Artificial creation of new universe and if thou live, remembered not to be,Die single and thine image burst of enormously fast expansion and with thee.

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