The Romance of Statistical Mechanics
Driving around town a couple of weeks ago, I composed a little poem or rather, since I didn’t set out to compose anything, it simply occurred to me:
Molecule by molecule
The gale that felled the tree
Was not the mighty fist of Jove
But merely tendency.
Later on I gave the verse a title: Things and Events are the Public Relations of Atoms. And then I pretty much forgot about it until I had a dream the other day in which a duplicate me responded:
I really have to call a foul
On your ersatz Emily,
If ever Jove had had a fist
It was also tendency.