Sonnet no. 3

Atoms against Maxwell's machination
Twenty thousand columns in a table
To process each bit of information,
Neither man nor machine is able.

Many smarter men succumb to despair
to the unsolved problems in our culture
and infinite paths that lead to nowhere.
How should this artist etch out his sculpture?

Enter sunshine, always there at my worst
She lifts my spirit, ends my frustration
To solve all your problems, you solve one first
Rows reduce, begin Unification.

So take this as earnest, not as complaint,
You are my first and favorite constraint.