#  Final Exam on Relativity(excerpt)


Inebriated in the jumble of equations, I met the God of truth. I asked if she had seen the God of love, I have some urgent affairs. She responded with a reticent strike, mathematically, not linguistically, but I was enlightened in epiphany. Love is an illusion, she suggested in silence that they never coexist.

…which can be true when time and space are considered absolute in either’s single reference frame. Says on the physics quiz.


Can we adapt ourselves to the truth as not absolute, but as relative, Platonic and dynamic?

I used to be very insistent on the dead end when I derived physics laws from assumptions and mathematical theorems in the textbook. I was confused by the missing conditions, limitations, and stories that a high score didn’t require me to know. To get a result from meticulous calculation, I must be aware of what can be given up and how much it deviates by doing it. Following and applying theoretical equations to practical questions creates a close dialogue between me and physicists. It relies on a tacit sense of propriety to play with the prioritization and embrace the unknown as what it is.

Isn’t it my illusion that you are a God who knows everything and loves everyone?
I indulged every grain of suspicion, of possessiveness, of conspiracy that is truly positive. We are no doubt getting closer in my frame.


For God so loved the world, he’s beloved in return.

A song of praise has been devoted to your history again and again, this turn of mine, mumbled in a trivial position. I devote self-reification to your deification, long for something else beyond the truth. In jubilation of harmony, everyone collapsed into an entire debacle. I competed in desperation, afraid of winning.
 

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