Thine Motherly figure was accepted into a most prestigious university to complete her research on single atoms and the complex relations between the electron fields and the nucleus. You truly have not seen her in a couple of days, for she is deep into her investigation and for the moment cannot be bothered with other trivial things as making your food or kissing you goodnight- she hired the extremely overbearing nanny for that. After struggling for nearly two years in a row with different methods and different approaches from particle accelerators to a little mishap with a battering ram and some sulfuric acid, for her own amusement, she did not come unto anything concrete. She exhausted her scientific repertoire, and still found everything ensuingly more complex. Hope withered deep in her foundations with every sigh that followed a failed routine.
But then, something happened… By chaotic chance or preordination in the long causal chain that defines this universe, she finally started to make small developments on that one fatidic day. Her head swivelled with exhaustion, overrun with the dizzy anticipation that discovery injects in the blood stream in the form of adrenaline and another coctail of hormones and chemicals. She wiped off her forehead with a trembling hand, advancing in a massive equation from a model that seemed to deliver results. Oh, the good things that would come out of this discovery. She saw a massive chain of events in her eyes: unraveling the complexities of quantum field physics, of vacuum, and in turn solving the one-body, two-body, and three-body problem! In her eyes flashed a long sequence of Eurekas in the wake of her single finding. If she can only get the experiment right. Her hands trembled, for all pointed in that inevitable discovery, that beautiful finding, that ravenously wanted solution that could topple down endless barriers. The glory of it all!!!!
But just then, as your mother moved to complete the experiment and claim victory over the complexities of the vacuum, the tectonic plates direclty under her feet shook with ravaging might, opening a hole several metres wide that sucked your mother and her entire experiment unto oblivion, into the centres of the world where all is hot and there is no life sustained. Your mother fell with a deep, elongated wail that was al-together evanescent in the nightly noises.
“WHY?????!!! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY AND GOOD… WHYYYYYYY???!!” you release into the open air at the brink of the abyss that swallowed your beloved mother, with tears drizzling down your red cheeks filled with sorrow and plight. And whilst explanations exist in numbers akin the unnending mutations that genes have undergone since the beginning of life on Earth, the only de facto solution that truly applies is 42
Oi, I See Bubbles!