Tesla-Vulvodynia

[00:08.16] ''While listening on my cosmic phone [00:10.44] I caught words from the Olympus blown. [00:13.20] A newcomer was shown around; [00:15.77] That much I could guess, aided by sound. [00:18.56] "There's Archimedes with his lever [00:21.77] Still busy on problems as ever. [00:24.12] Says: matter and force are transmutable [00:26.74] And wrong the laws you thought immutable." [00:31.08] "Below, on Earth, they work at full blast [00:33.84] And news are coming in thick and fast. [00:36.42] The latest tells of a cosmic gun. [00:39.04] To be pelted is very poor fun. [00:41.72] We are wary with so much at stake, [00:44.41] Those beggars are a pest—no mistake." [00:53.92] "Too bad, Sir Isaac, they dimmed your renown [00:58.33] And turned your great science upside down. [01:02.31] Now a long haired crank, Einstein by name, [01:06.30] Puts on your high teaching all the blame. [01:12.22] Says: matter and force are transmutable [01:16.35] And wrong the laws you thought immutable." [01:30.53] "I am much too ignorant, my son, [01:33.38] For grasping schemes so finely spun. [01:36.04] My followers are of stronger mind [01:38.47] And I am content to stay behind, [01:58.48] Perhaps I failed, but I did my best, [02:01.26] These masters of mine may do the rest. [02:03.81] Come, Kelvin, I have finished my cup. [02:06.40] When is your friend Tesla coming up." [02:08.87] "Oh, quoth Kelvin, he is always late, [02:11.32] It would be useless to remonstrate." [02:13.90] Then silence—shuffle of soft slippered feet— [02:16.39] I knock and—the bedlam of the street.