An aphonic sound exhaled from nought,
No here, no there, just silence wrought.
A barren void, a hushed expanse,
Where space itself withdrew its stance.
Then, from the depths, a clangour bright,
A chorus born of tangled light.
A triumph of particles, paired yet free,
Rippling forth from the Dirac Sea.
They wandered blind, no will, no claim,
Bound by a thread with neither name.
A bond firmer than fate had wrought,
Yet frail and fleeting as a whisper caught.
The keenest minds in murmurs deep,
Wrestled with truths they scarce could keep,
Wondering about this inexplicable quiddity
That flooded their ideas with ambiguity.