“I am not influenced by the expectation of promotion or pecuniary reward. I wish to be useful, and every kind of service necessary for the public good, becomes honorable by being necessary. If the exigencies of my country demand a peculiar service, its claim to perform that service are imperious.” – Nathan Hale
Behind the quantum world There is still the real world. Yet, no one asks why Or when will we see the big reveal?
Physics in Yiddish held the hour, And in that time loosened the power That has horrified us since those days. Still, it continues in how it sways.
From the things dreamed about There would be no going back. Without a shadow of any doubt, There's nothing more than fade to black.
Light is both a wave and particle. This is the truth found by how it works right. Going against our sense, we find this paradoxical. The math on the chalkboard brings this to light
We find that stars are powerful furnaces. They fight to death against their own gravity. Still, these twinkle and sparkle As a matter of human amusement and levity.
It's a limit of its own Measured in terms of its intensity. A power burns out in its strength That is only perceived as luminosity.
From early on, this prophet Of physics and its evolution Was only a mad believer In the path of a communist revolution.
This you may vividly recall Is the outcome of his soul's weak seed. It led to Oppenheimer's downfall, At least the complexity of his life reads.
When, not if, a star dies, Like ideas that come to their tragic end, The bigger the star, the bigger the demise, In the rhetoric of power come to its end.
In a world constantly bereft, So many struggle and conclude property, And its ownership is theft. Some have reached this again in our history.
(c) May 20, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
When God is for me, I live a life of victory. I am walking from the shadow, And armed with the assurance I know.
Singing songs of praise in the night, I live my life in the light. In my darkest hour, I remain witness to God's power.
Though I am faulty in my own eyes, The closer I walk, the more that I realize, Jesus as God is the source of life and life. Aligned with Him, I live what is right.
Though there are times that I'll fear, And there will be times that I tear. God has always been, as understood, The very essence of all that is good.
All the good things are understood, As we know and just as we would, That I recognize my creator, Knowing that there is no greater.
Though I am faulty in my own eyes, The closer I walk, the more that I realize, Jesus as God is the source of life and life. Aligned with Him, I live in His sight.
I have given my testimony, About all the good He's done for me. And I have bowed down before His feet, Knowing that I will never know defeat.
Once broken as an earthbound vagabond lifted up, I live in grace, sipping from a heavenly cup. I give my all to the Lord, knowing I am His, And that He is king of all that truly is.
Though I am faulty in my own eyes, The closer I walk, the more that I realize, Jesus as God is the source of life and life. Aligned with Him, I live what is right.
(c) May 19, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“How idle a boast, after all, is the immortality of a name! Time is ever silently turning over his pages; we are too much engrossed by the story of the present to think of the character and anecdotes that gave interest to the past; and each age is a volume thrown aside and forgotten.” – Washington Irving
From where we come To where we might go, Each belief has its kingdom Within the universal flow.
Memories have their persistence Forming the nucleus of all we know. Sometimes it forms the resistance That causes even shadows to glow.
Galaxies move forward and shift Becoming something shiny and new. The cosmos continues to change and drift. It forges what might yet be true.
Some might call this out for its glory, But we know that destruction frames loss. What comes next might be a new story, But it comes with its cost.
Out of what seems many, there is truly one. We hide from the dark in places of light. Ever since the universe had first begun, We've known there are things hidden from sight.
Claims made make even the gods fear. What is seen is not as it appears. But alliances made are unstoppable, Only if they are truly unconquerable.
New gods replace old gods as time goes on. Righteousness, ill-defined, gives man free will. The experiment fails into a godless oblivion, Knowing that gives the old god a sense of chill.
Yet little is what it seems to be, And tricks of illusion are more common than truth. Deception is the crux of immortality. We have known this since our youth.
“Bad men cannot make good citizens. It is when a people forget God that tyrants forge their chains. A vitiated state of morals, a corrupted public conscience, is incompatible with freedom. No free government, or the blessings of liberty, can be preserved to any people but by a firm adherence to justice, moderation, temperance, frugality, and virtue; and by a frequent recurrence to fundamental principles.” – Patrick Henry
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along