Naturally Holographic

It’s all little stuff or nothing,

The early atomists argued,

And there’s lots of little stuff,

And littler and littler, but

You’re just finding fields of stuff.

The void is necessary

To make calculations work,

And yet nothing ever goes,

Ever really seems to go,

Into it. Even black holes

May just keep stuff to themselves,

Leaking out a little bit.

Is there void? For you there is.

In a chatty article

On cheerful experiments

With quantum entanglements,

All very optimistic,

There’s a small parenthesis

For one of the physicists,

Noting he later died in

A rock-climbing accident.