Performances by the original composer and the Boston 2018 Solstice are available.
The circle of the world shines bright and holy
The seasons tread their spiral path with grace
It is not the world's designer but the world itself we honor
And the stars shine out across our Lady's face
But the world might end -- and the stars might fall
Yet Her light will be laughing at the heart of it all
She is in each force with strangeness and charm
And the holographic universe is enfolded in Her arms
Our Lady is non-local; sing we Her praise
She is the hidden variable that lights our days
With book and with candle
With Gödel and Bell
With wave and with particle we worship Her well
Our Lady is uncertain; sing we in prayer
We don't know how fast She may be moving or where
With koan and theorem
With Pauli and Bohr
We open Her mysteries and inside we find more
For the world might end -- and the stars might fall
Still Her light will be laughing at the heart of it all
She is in each force with strangeness and charm
And the holographic universe is enfolded in her arms
Our Lady is acausal; work we Her math
Her field equations are a bitch and a half
With implicate order
And synchronous net
She weaves riddles so fine we can't unravel them yet
And the world might end -- and the stars might fall
Still Her light will be laughing at the heart of it all
She is in each force with strangeness and charm
And the holographic universe is enfolded in Her arms
