It is said that science and poetry do not mix. It is said that science is down to earth and poetry is up in the clouds. I have never found this so. I have found time and time again that poems contain the most precise and piercing insights into human character, into the world’s reality and into the deep meaning of passing events.
And I have found that the mysteries of science are as magical and elusive as any poetry. The investigations of scientists into what was happening before the universe existed and into the origin of time and into the possibility of an infinity of universes besides our own and into the huge mystery of
