Answer Answered Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

So many things
you thought were fantasy
I knew were fact.
So many things
you think are fact
are as yet unproven.

You seek to understand
all that you would know.
You learn absolute truths
in your quest for wisdom.

Do you not know
absolute truths
may fall;
become mear spectres
apparitions of perceived reality
that never was?

(Scientific Muses In Contemplation)

Scientifically, microscopically, focused,
cold grey light probing proof discovery.
Rendering past esteemed dusty theories.
Now void useless; obsolete fictions. Laughable dictions.
Haunting fragments, preconceived normality,
unhinged by startling winds, forcing Ferris Wheel change.

Haunting fragments of normality
unhinged by bellows winds of rekindled time.

Theories hypothesizes kaleidoscopes
are but, slippery stepping stones.
To time variant future.
Paving rocky road, to acquired knowledge.
Theory leads forwards sideways; in
circles to technological nowheres?

Mutant seeds born of space
watered to grow or die.
Vaguely seen in shamrock crystals;
transforming objective existence.
Yet in themselves, theories
may say signify, nothing?

Conceived as real
in perceptions of present.
The interpretations, of onrushing
morrow, so seldom apparent.
Upon the morrow,
discover new phenomena;
not predicted,
by existing theory.

Researched journey, rests upon,
increased intensive sensitivity.
Methodology perceived meticulous
measurement; lending to newer ever,
more advanced; transcribed theory.
An endless scribble sequence,
of more ever ever more,
defined, refined, theories.

Should limit, narrow finite or infinite,
as scientists, physicists,
increase energies understandings.
Leading to an ultimate unified theory;
of atomic subatomic physics; defining what?

Some ultimate theory, definitively defining, creation.
Organic observational placement in stellar universe.

Thus shines, the cold grey light of discovery.