They smashed the fledgling protons. For a minuscule second, there was a quick silence.
Then, there was the most beautiful astronomical round of applause i’ve ever witnessed in my nomadic life. ALICE and ATLAS made the loudest sound. It lasted for more than a minute, and i wondered in pit 8, or point 8, or the ‘beauty’ as the people in white, blue and yellow helmets called it, i wondered in the celebration of the year, if people would begin to question their religions, if they’d known what we knew. Perhaps they wouldn’t. Perhaps some of brave ones would.
In the celebration of the year, today we know what created the universe. We’ve just created it, a minute ago in the Large Hadron Collider.
Thousands years ago, the sun and everything in the sky were our gods and goddesses. Then there was a mass murder, we killed all the gods and goddesses and replaced them with newer ones, closer to our homes, and hearts. We learnt that earth was just a planet, and there were many other planets as well. Then we learnt more about our sun and the planets around it, we created new calenders, we changed the gods so often that we narrowed down to only one : The Abrahamic God.
Alas, Ahura Mazda didn’t become today’s the one and only God, although He too, was one uncreated Creator. And the teachings of Ahura Mazda as the one uncreated Creator — according to some reputable scholars — are older than those of Abrahamic.
God, even when He is the only one uncreated God, He dies because it was us, the human beings who gave birth to Him. He dies because He is theological. Taught by a teacher, taught by a prophet, taught by someone who claimed to have received divine revelation. Maybe someone really did receive divine revelation. Maybe someone was a true prophet. Even maybe, God exists. But theological God dies. He dies because He is theological.
But the reality is, things in this universe, they don’t die. They don’t die because it wasn’t us, the human beings who gave birth to them. We didn’t create anything out of nothing. We make them change forms. Energy into matter, matter into energy. Sadness into songs. Loneliness into morbid writing. Love into heartbreak. Butter into cookies. Collision into ‘beauty’. And ‘beauty’ in pit 8 is where i’m at.
I am a time traveller, i came from the year 1980, it took me 29 years to come here, and i’m here to find the perfect cure for cancer. By first witnessing it myself. That matter can be converted into energy. And energy back into matter by colliding high-energy particles, smash the accelerated protons or lead ions at very high energy collision until the energy turn into new particles, heavier than what they were before the collision.
E=mc2, even if Einstein was slightly wrong with the equation, in layman’s terms, it goes like this : if particles were two persons and each of these 2 persons weigh 60kgs, i put both of them on a scale, the scale will read their total weight, 120kgs. But i smash these two persons at very high energy, these two persons will ‘morph’ into many ‘new persons’, more than just the original 2, and the total weight of them is more than 120kgs. It is like this because energy is turned into ‘new persons’. And if the collision was a very-very-very high energy, it would create heavier ‘new persons’ who were so heavy they collapsed into micro black holes. But these micro black holes are not stable enough to remain as black holes for too long. They would soon ‘evaporate’ and burst into more ‘new persons’, says Stephen Hawking about his theoretical thermal radiation.
Things don’t die in this universe, they change forms. In this underground tunnel, a minute ago, i saw how universe was born. There was God, for a moment, He wasn’t theological.
For a moment, i believed in Him.
For a moment, we saw what we saw, and believed what we never believed.
It was DELPHI before it is LHCb. And it is beautiful.
