The Graviton
by
C. Donald Martin
©Copyright 1997 TimeCrystal

"You are wrong," he said. The person next to him looked up with a start.

He was speaking to an average physics student from a small college at a minor physics conference. He had copies of his manuscript in a plastic bag he used in lieu of a briefcase.

"Pardon me?" queried the physics student.

"The forces, you've got them wrong."

"How's that?" asked the physics student. He knew he would regret it.

"It’s the weak nuclear force. It should not be there."

The physics student looked around for a reason to leave, but found none.

It’s a strange little appendage in the force structure. Sort of like an appendix. It's sort of just stuck in there. There's no symmetry."

"Are you saying that there are only three fundamental forces," said the physics student. He cringed as he heard himself speak.

"Oh no," he said as he reached for a copy of his manuscript. On the cover was a picture of a Cross. Above the Cross were the words: "The Graviton". He handed the physics student the manuscript and went in to his dissertation.



"The boundaries of the Universe are established by the vertical forces; Gravitation and Nucleation. Gravitation is large and holds the entire Universe together. Nucleation is small and restless; and is continually churning up an endless supply of Energy. Together they set the limits of this Universe.

"The horizontal forces, Electrification and Magnetism, are balanced in an endless dance that is the world we experience.

"Look at the symmetry of the Cross. There is a simple elegance that is missing in the clutter of generations that is the "Standard Model."

He paused.

"And, you will never find a Graviton."

He paused again.

The physics student looked at his watch.

"The reason you will never find a graviton," he continued, "Is because there is only One."

I must go," interrupted the physics student. "I have another engagement," he lied. With that the physics student turned and left.

"The One Graviton is the whole Universe," he said to himself as he watched the physics student leave. He retrieved the manuscript, discarded by the physics student, from the trash bin and went looking for another that might listen to his story.

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