A hymn to the Goddess for math and physics majors.

Her Mysteries
© Allison Lonsdale 1998
Live at Lestat's, Disc One, Track 7

The circle of the world shines bright and holy
The seasons tread their spiral path with grace
It is not the world's designer but the world itself we honor
And the stars shine out across our Lady's face

        But the world might end -- and the stars might fall
        Yet Her light will be laughing at the heart of it all
        She is in each force with strangeness and charm
        And the holographic universe is enfolded in Her arms

Our Lady is non-local; sing we Her praise
She is the hidden variable that lights our days
With book and with candle
With Gödel and Bell
With wave and with particle we worship Her well

Our Lady is uncertain; sing we in prayer
We don't know how fast She may be moving or where
With koan and theorem
With Pauli and Bohr
We open Her mysteries and inside we find more

        For the world might end -- and the stars might fall
        Still Her light will be laughing at the heart of it all
        She is in each force with strangeness and charm
        And the holographic universe is enfolded in her arms

Our Lady is acausal; work we Her math
Her field equations are a bitch and a half
With implicate order
And synchronous net
She weaves riddles so fine we can't unravel them yet

        And the world might end -- and the stars might fall
        Still Her light will be laughing at the heart of it all
        She is in each force with strangeness and charm
        And the holographic universe is enfolded in Her arms