A scientist and a musician composing a song in the language of quantum physics…
String theory… Super string theory… M-theory… In minors not majors.
Pieces of the puzzle falling as the notes rise with the sound of music…
While the poet and the artist compare notes in the ancient language of word and pictures.

In the midst of the cacophony, I wonder aloud … off topic as usual… “What is the secret to tempering a sword? If I knew the secret, might I not apply the same technique to the tempering of the spirit?” I asked the musician as she struck yet another discordant chord.

The scientist looks up from his work and shrugs, “A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword.”

The poet interrupts with a huff, “Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess. ”

Looking at the artist, waiting for his answer and he summed it all up with, “I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.”

The beast was here all along…