Physics Is How
A poem
Physics is how God hides.
It’s what hides him.
What a brilliant disguise!
No one would ever guess.
Except those who did.
But it was guesswork,
conjecture, just like
physics, like working
scientists working.
Flushed out, he was,
his secret, by so few,
a mystic here, a child
there. Always
the option to deny.
That was the point.
That is his point.
Physics is how God
hides so you can be
totally free, freely
free of him as in
the freedom of the glory
of the children of God.
See? So you can
say “There is no God.”