"Quantum foam, also referred to as spacetime foam, is a concept in quantum mechanics, devised by John Wheeler in 1955. The foam is supposedly the foundations of the fabric of the universe, but it can also be used as a qualitative description of subatomic spacetime turbulence at extremely small distances of the order of the Planck length. At such small scales of time and space the uncertainty principle allows particles and energy to briefly come into existence, and then annihilate, without violating conservation laws. As the scale of time and space being discussed shrinks, the energy of the virtual particles increases. Since energy curves spacetime according to Einstein's theory of general relativity, this suggests that at sufficiently small scales the energy of the fluctuations would be large enough to cause significant departures from the smooth spacetime seen at larger scales, giving spacetime a "foamy" character. However, without a theory of quantum gravity it is impossible to be certain what spacetime would look like at these scales, since it is thought that existing theories do not give accurate predictions in this domain. However, observations of radiation from nearby quasars by Floyd Stecker of NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Md., have placed strong limits on the possible violations of Einstein's Special Theory of Relativity implied by the existence of quantum foam." – Wikipedia.
Bubbles in the Quantum Foam
Poverty. Borrowed tin plates
serving sparse meals.
Three stark rooms
sparingly furnished.
Explosion. No work.
Relocation,
youthful confusion,
resentment.
A new reality,
of alcoholics, and the mildly deranged:
fellow students in a new school
with a very different curriculum.
Mining camp fights,
where freedom
carries its own route
to oblivion.
Repeated relocation,
and imposed regimentation:
new skills, and travel thrills
in my own personal globe.
Planes, capital cities,
acquired graces
and horrid gaffes:
progression through confusion.
Discovery, in Sri Lanka,
of alternatives,
of freedoms linked
to grave responsibility.
Cobbled streets of Bucharest,
no hope, no direction,
no love. Lost,
then brilliant redemption.
High Commissioner’s table
in Delhi, with conversation
to soothe philosophical soul:
intellectual signposts to Dharma.
Tranquillity, on a hill
above the Atlantic,
with Cosmic wind in the pines,
enhancing Brahman’s Spark.
All slices of Being:
bubbles in the Quantum Foam,
unexpected, unexplained.
When is happening Now.
