The Happy Tectonics

The Happy Tectonics

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Next to my son's anger
plate tectonics are nothing
to me. His unhappiness
was caused by me.
His purpose and mine
is to catch photons and
store them in our bones.
Time measures change
which continues without
self-doubt. There is no self.
Therefore, why care about
my son's anger
or my guilt?

Why do we have imaginary
numbers anyway?
The imaginary i allows us
to find solutions to many equations
that do not have real number solutions.
It is actually common for equations
to be unsolvable in one number system
but solvable in another:
--with only the counting numbers, we can’t solve x+8=1; we need the
      integers for this!
--with only the integers, we can’t solve 3x-1=0; we need the rational
      numbers for this!
--with only the rational numbers, we can’t solve x2=2; enter the
      irrational numbers!
--and with only the real numbers, we can’t solve x2= -1;
we need the imaginary numbers for this!

Is it possible as Deutsch
suggests that the changes
a self-aware organism can
applying the scientific method
instantiate are innumerable
compared to those of the sun or any big bang?
Therefore, one must care
about the harm you've done
or the good you'd do.
"Death initiates a complex process by which the human body gradually
      reverts to dust
but minerals may fill the cracks and voids, bonding the hydroxyapatite
      and allowing the bones to join . . ."
in the happy tectonics
of the earth's plates.

© 2026 Robert Ronnow


Author's Note

Robert Ronnow
--Vass, Arpad A., "Dust to Dust: The Brief, Eventful Afterlife of a Human Corpse," Scientific American, August, 2010

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