Physics is the study of how energy and matter interact.
Metaphysics is speculation.
Pataphysics is the science of imaginary solutions.
Within the power of imaginary solutions there is a field of romance.
You cannot weigh or measure romance, but it's there,
Call it microwaves from the heart.
As we jive on subatomic wave particles
We delve deeper into imaginary solutions.
So even as lover's grow old, the field of their romance,
Cancels out not only the afflictions of old age, but death itself.
Faith, part of romance, deletes death.
That's what you call an imaginary solution, eh?
Scientists say when one symmetry stops another starts.
Romantic, eh?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem