The Large Hadron Dilemma

14 09 2008
Large Hadron Collider
Large Hadron Collider
Tower of Babel

Tower of Babel

The Large Hadron Dilemma

So as it was way back in Babel,
That man had the idea,
Let us see the face of God,
Let us see if he is real,
And so they built brick upon brick,
Miles higher than Cern,
But with the same intention,
And the same cynical sneer

The man on the street,
He drives a nice car,
He has a nice wife, a job,
His father was a doctor and his mother a barrister,
You couldn’t tell he was adopted,
Save for the lack of physical resemblance,
That might be forgiven or forgotten,
But it itched and niggled

So he looked and he searched,
And he found them out,
They lived far away,
But it was worth a try,
So he found the bitter truth,
That Mummy was a drug addicted prostitute,
And Daddy the dealer,
But now he knew

He liked it better when he didn’t know,
The noble stock from where he sprang,
But he couldn’t go back to normal,
The nice wife, the nice job,
So he bought a gun,
And did the deed,
In the back of his car,
The guilt and knowledge began to bleed,

And so the Large Hadron Collider,
With its noble intentions,
To find the so called God particle,
Like so many inventions,
It might not work,
But if it does,
Would you perhaps rather not know,
We all came from dust and back there we go