“My propositions are elucidatory in this way: he who understands me finally recognizes them as senseless, when he has climbed out through them, on them, over them. (He must so to speak throw away the ladder, after he has climbed up on it.)”
The long chambers of the particle accelator lay fallow.
The rest of them had gone home.
She turned off her computer.
The lights. And locked the door behind her.
There were no more papers hiding
in the endless strings of data.
No peers to review it.
It was finished.
It had been a good life,
Given to science.
But now it was time for her to write a symphony
That was how she told the world all the things she had finally learned.