String theory’s a theory ‘bout strings.
Strings which aren’t strings;
Or like strings;
Or really like things.
Strings are things like nothing known.
A string — what a funny thing.
You can’t see, hear or touch it.
A zillion strings could dance on the head of a pin,
Or pass through the eye of a needle.
Strings are elegant abstractions,
Born of mathematical minds.
Condensed from fat brains.
And refined out of the aether.
Strings which aren’t strings;
Or like strings;
Or really like things.
Strings are things like nothing known.
A string — what a funny thing.
You can’t see, hear or touch it.
A zillion strings could dance on the head of a pin,
Or pass through the eye of a needle.
Strings are elegant abstractions,
Born of mathematical minds.
Condensed from fat brains.
And refined out of the aether.
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