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Prologue
The problem is that matter matters; the reason matter matters is that if matter isn’t matter then nothing matters because then everything is nothing…

And there was the evening
Of the sixth day,
And God looked at what he’d done
It was good,
It was very good.

So far he’d created
Light, sky, land and plants;
The sun, the moon and the stars
Birds, fish and animals including humans.
And it was good,
And it was very good.

But humans, which he had made in his own image,
And to whom he granted dominance over all,
Thereby contained the seeds of his own fall;
Since they had the power to snuff him in a moment’s whim
With a consensual thought in denial of him.
And this was bad,
And this was very bad.

God needed to create a mystery so profound
That his omniscience and omnipotence remained intact and sound.
So on the seventh day, though he declared it rest,
He toiled til he’d created an intractable test for the human race.
And it was good,
And it was fairly good.

God caused this mystery to be called the “Higgs Boson particle”.
Humans were allowed to recognise only the possibility of such a particle;
But he hid from them the evidence of this precious puzzle
In the darkest and most remote corner of his universe.
For the eternal obscurity of this particle was imperative
Its discovery would prove beyond all possible doubt that its creator doesn’t exist at all!
And it was mystifying,
And it was very mystifying!

© David Johnson, December 2009