Particle Jockey

I am a particle jockey

A glass of scotch in one hand

that 

     infinitely sensitive dial 

in the other.

The speed, the thrill, the adrenaline 

like nothing, not even sex.

And most certainly no game for 

    old men 

    or drunks, 

yet here I sit,      dancing through reality.

You can not possibly imagine 

how probability works, 

how time works, 

how our game unfolds.

Even we who play are only dimly aware of the realities of what we are doing. Only the massive computers can tell us what we can not see.

Yet we all ride particles 

    in one way or another.

Imagine if you will, 

    but you don’t have to,

    this is not a theoretical exercise.

There is a nonzero chance 

that you are anywhere at anytime,

at least the particles 

     “in side” you.

The electron 

    in the atom 

    at the tip of your eye lash, 

there is a chance it is on Venus right now. 

Not a big chance, 

but if we looked a million million times 

we might find it there once.

Maybe a billion billion times 

we find it on the other side of the galaxy.

A trillion trillion times 

the edge of the universe.

Infinite times

not there at all…

The brains, 

    they found out it is all real

    all those chances happen

    every thing is every where

    and where it goes next      every where.

But be careful,

some permutations 

     are too improbable.

They don’t last.

They go kablam.

They oblit, as we say.

This is the game,   

    the race,   

    the challenge:

Pick your particle, ride its probabilities,

see as much distance as you can,

but don’t oblit.

There is skill,

    less probable, more distance, 

    more chance to oblit.

There is luck

     even probable paths 

     some times they aren’t stable.

And so we play 

    against each other,

    against the clock,

    against the very nature of reality.

Not dice.

Not chess.

Not Jeopardy.

I am a particle jockey and I ride 

      reality itself