Heart String Theory

Bound together by strings that comprise matter and antimatter, anything that does, could, or ever would matter. That's why everything pulls together then blasts apart over and over until we even don't flinch anymore. Universes that fold over and under manifold wrinkling and tiny vibrations, little earthquakes, that explain Everything. There are hidden dimensions all curled up folded into common experience so deeply buried we cannot attend to them. Were we to think about them all the time we might cease to do anything else. I want to take up a violin the bow hovering over the strings and exact a deep series of pulls until the screeching sounds like music, the metaphor of choice for philosophers, physicists, and questioners of cosmic experience. If the vibrations sound glorious maybe the experience will be remembered as important, a lesson worth learning instead of dissonance at a clumsy hand. It is an elegant universe with an explanation for everything -- Including why I miss you.