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My Frame Of Reference

Dec 23, 2022
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By Sherlly Reecha


I am the observer, the one who sees,

but my frame of reference determines what I believe.


In this vast universe, we are all just tiny specks,

spinning through space and time,

bound by the laws of physics and their effects.


Einstein taught us that time and space are intertwined,

that our perception of them depends on how we're defined.


In special relativity, we see that time slows down,

as we approach the speed of light, it starts to drown.





In general relativity, we see that gravity warps space,

bending light and altering time's steady pace.


But Einstein's theories don't stop there, oh no,

he also showed us the photoelectric effect,

and how energy and mass can flow.


E=mc squared, a famous equation,

showing us the relationship

between energy and mass, a revelation.


But even in the vastness of space,

there are mysteries still to be traced.


The cosmological constant, a puzzle to solve,

explaining the acceleration of the universe,

a problem to resolve.


And as we delve deeper into the quantum realm,

we see the strange phenomena of Bose-Einstein condensates,

a helix to helm.


But as we delve deeper,

into the world of the quantum,

we see that the rules start to break,

and our understanding becomes a bit plum.


Particles can be in two places at once,

Probabilities and wave functions take the reins,

and our senses are left to bounce.

But even in this strange and perplexing realm,

the laws of physics still hold, and we are all bound by them.


But even with all these theories and laws,

there is still much we don't know, still much to explore.


So let us not get caught up in our own perceptions,

but strive to understand and

respect the perspectives of others, without exception.


By Sherlly Reecha




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