energy howl

I saw the best minds of physics destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through equations at dawn looking for an angry fix, Einstein-eyed angels burning for the ancient heavenly connection, to the starry dynamo in the machinery of spacetime— who asked, gasping, what is energy actually, curled up beside blackboard equations, staggering among pseudo-tensors and whispered truths, who, hollow-eyed, heard from pop-sci prophets proclaiming energy as merely mass in motion, mass times c squared, currency conserved, simple lies easy to swallow— forgetting Einstein himself wrestled and twisted, muttering tensorial incantations, compromised, left unresolved the bitter equations still simmering after a century, who scribbled frantic ∇ᵤ Tᵘᵛ=0 in lecture halls, chainsmoking coordinate transformations, haunted by the ghostly covariant derivative bleeding energy into spacetime’s curvature, who stumbled through foggy manifolds seeking conserved quantities, inventing pseudo-tensors that vanished like specters under new coordinates—false prophets of gravitational energy, who, drunk on symmetry, sought solace in time-like Killing vectors, chanting integrals and covariant hymns to hidden conservations, praising Wilhelm’s spectral field, who glimpsed Schwarzschild’s singularities, delta-function sources masked as vacuum solutions, mass hidden behind convenient lies told by textbooks in celestial deceit, who watched neutron stars vibrating under cosmic tension, binding energy debated in ADM whispers, Misner-Sharp mass, gravitational potential tearing sanity apart, who, delirious in cosmic expansion, sought solace in entropy’s sacred ritual, universe cooling, β(t) dancing, conservation resurrected in thermodynamic echoes, who wept as LIGO’s ears heard gravitational waves, cries of collapsing pulsars, energy draining from binary dances, yet their covariant tensors returning zero, pseudo-tensors mocking from shadows, Isaacson’s averaging whispers insufficient—curvature’s invisible dance not captured by matter’s Tᵘᵥ alone, who chanted madly, Bel-Robinson tensors floating ambiguously, incomplete descriptions trembling under gravitational strain, vacuum solutions laughing without matter, who cried, after centuries of equations piled upon equations, “What is energy, anyway? What cosmic joke is this?” energy, the elusive asterisk haunting physics, shimmering ghost dancing on Einstein’s grave, yet still the best minds stumble on, wrestling the phantom of energy, the madness continues, the quest unresolved, the howl eternal.