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Today I found the riddle’s solution:
to what respective decorum, and order, there was,
for Richard Feynman and Murray Gell-Mann.
The answer was found between the two,
upon their common ground, and so much more . . .
Among all that is virtual, I found Reality.
Today, my spirits were lifted;
as must have been those of all others
that passed by . . . and sat where I sat.
Just maybe, because of her gentle imploring,
that I can never forget, all will be well.
So few reflect upon fate’s imperatives.
No bird ever soared without an assisting breeze,
always there, seldom seen . . . assured support.
Maybe . . . the imagination is so; who knows?
No longer, for me unknown, this face of fate.
Alert, vivacious, understanding;
likely, too little lauded . . . until now.
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