More recycled poetry celebrating E-Hologram theory and recycling

As I cut out the poetry from publication document (who wants to read poetry why physics?) I am struck by how often you find artists in mathematicians.  I suspect someone has already done a paper on that, so I will not wax eloquent on it.

Instead I will take out these old poems and try to do something with them for you and soon enough the publication date will catch up with the poetry, but, alas, not contain it.

Poem: with one hour to live, how do I handle all the time on my hands

Time is static

I have one hour left to live who can I call to tell goodbye I have one day to live who can I ask for forgiveness I have one week to live How can I explain my life I have one month to live who can I help to go on I have six months to live who can I comfort I have one year to live what can I finish I have two years to live how can I help mankind be better after I am gone I have my whole life ahead of me however long it is How do I want to spend it How can I make it richer Who do I befriend and how can I share with them why do I waste the minutes the hours and the days when they aren't spent well and how do I protect those who I have wronged in the short time left how do I better those who will be here after me how do I love those who are ready to love me we all live and only live from one minute to the next with only one minute left how do I handle all the time on my hands

We live our lives over and over again People and moments are irrelevant You have a finite amount of time your actions are preordained you can do whatever you want with it but you've already done it this means you life is without meaning but it also means you can act fearlessly and without regard for consequences because you've already acted that way the time you've spent happened all at once with every other time spent all of your grand desires all of your heroes great sacrifices all of your sages wisdom is meaningless in the grand design everything you find beautiful will fade in time while being preserved forever in a singular moment which is not a moment because it has no time or dimension just everything you are everything everyone is past, present and future so the question is whether you want the still image of your life to contain something beautiful or whether you will be content knowing that you have no control to allow the painting of eternity to contain a portrait of your life devoid of great thinking and ideas devoid of great passion and love to be devoid of us together