In any case, I was in the middle of reading John Barrow’s book, Constants of Nature, and had written the following poem about cosmology and how a physicist like Brian Green and a philosopher like Ken Wilber might take a differing views of a TOE:
Man on a Mission
or, . . . it only sounds like Kosmos
John Barrow used Fred Hoyle
as his cosmological foil.
Took the gas from the ". . . Cloud"
and redefined life as less endowed.
Smaller than a quantum blip
for safe passage on Noah’s ship.
Sailing off to live forever
on the Final Anthropic space endeavor.
Not human life as we know it,
but what the cosmos will permit.
It falls just short of a superstring
mM . . . Theory of Everything.
So despite the risks, I share it anyway, because how humans observe the universe seems important, somehow, even for an idle thinker on a bicycle.