Figure E4 UNSTABLE
Around great limbs, a winding stair ascend
Up to a lofty chamber. Here, the fate
Of space itself is pondered; if it tend,
As must all things, unto a lower state
Of energy, the peril may be great.
The very vacuum splintering shall go
From one small seed, dying at the rate
Of light itself: small comfort, for this woe,
That if or when it happen, none can ever know.