The Higgs boson Poem by Jürgen Rooste
The Higgs boson
Love is like the Higgs boson.
Many believe it exists.
There are some, who claim they have
seen or measured it.
One might suspect some of them are lying.
Or are seeing Godknowswhat.
Love is like the Higgs boson:
it should give our life's elementary particles
mass. Mass, or a point at least.
But try as we may, we'll never find it,
never point it out precisely and with certainty
before ourselves and our God: ah, look -
now here's that Higgs boson; here and in this moment
lies the sole, eternal and true love.
It's sort of like with God, it's
sort of like with life itself - one must believe,
and it holds together; it has mass and a point then.
If one doesn't believe, everything goes to pieces and
disappears back into its initial state, like a child's sand castle.
The Higgs boson and love are somewhat similar -
there will always be people who don't believe in them,
there will always be the possibility that they won't be found, won't even be measured,
which doesn't make them exist any less if we very much need
that existence.
Translated from Estonian by Adam Cullen
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2/23/2026 4:19:51 AM # 1.0.0
This is a vexed poem which makes think about things and not make easy answers out of complex issues. The Higgs boson as I imperfectly understand is a cognitively valid extrapolation of scientists, . Similarly Einstein's Relativity theories were accepted as valid decades before experimentation prove them valid, . But Love - Sweet Love! - is never a cognitive certainty. It's a slippery, short-lived, tentative, provisional grasp at happiness two people perceive and agree to pursue further. Good Luck, to the two of you! May Venus bless you! And two years later they've broken up and are once again in search of the Higgs Boson, aka love or as Shakespeare put it THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS. Hey, you two, it's not luck or blessings you need: it's patience, fidelity, gentleness - Oh, you've heard this already. OK, I'll shut up. Besides I found some curious traces to track down. No, it's not a Babe. It's the boson - much easier to pursue than True Love. I'm cognitively certain of that! !