(continues from Part II ) A glowing hot body and its entropy, when tied tightly together, composed an enigma, about the nature of matter. As Marie, Pierre and Roentgen, discovered radioactivity anon, Rutherford would design, an alpha-particle gun. Charges as flesh and seeds of a melon, modeling material composition, he verily shattered, by elegant demonstrations. Foils of gold showed nuclear cores, quite positive and dense, blanketed by material wispy, negative, to balance. A bold, young, patent clerk, had also arrived by 19-Oh-five, as he put forth, four ideas he had contrived. In gendanken, he'd glimpse, visions unifying space-and-time, by another he'd explain, the motion of a pollen grain. His third established equivalence, between matter and energy, while the fourth resurrected, light’s corpuscularity. The latter of these allowed Bohr, to quantize an atomic theory, so physics again could explain, matter's stability! New tools in hand, ahead raced experiments, to test n...
Stream of currents, flowing with flourish, they help me think, n' float, n' dream, each night. Sparks of ions, jump, like shoals of fish, to reach a distant shore, always in sight. Once at home, the flows must integrate, to make all-or-nothing choices, as one for the syndicate. Hey synapses, you were invisible before! Ho synapses, a pity you are not known more! Oh synapses, you are omnipresent! Ah synapses, you are eternally incessant! The vote is tallied, as just a simple sum, if you speak now, you may lose a little. Decide one must, to scream, or stay mum; still, what happens outside remains a riddle. Will you raise shields, or open your arms? Will you see a sky azure, introspect on past qualms? Hey synapses, you were invisible before! Ho synapses, you were not known ere! Oh synapses, you are omnipresent! Ah synapses, you are eternally incessant! In a sea of chemicals, lies a truth, the tomb and womb, of all thought and desire. Of memories, aspirations, or a lust for youth,...