The Teory of Everything Phase I: Singularity

The dew of morning still glistens on the salt grass

That grows along the foundation of the old lighthouse

I isn't in active service anymore, but has been renovated

To serve as a private dwelling

High in the tower inside, a young man is slumped

On the floor in the corner of the room, apparently

In some kind of trance. Somebody has put

A blanked over him. He is deadly pale, but the steady

Almost imperceptible rise and fall of his chest shows

That he still clings to life. Standing next to him are young

Woman and an older man

Both are obviously shocked and distressed

Their frequent glances toward the door

Give the impression that they're waiting for someone

Who is yet to arrive. On the wall next to them is a blackboard

Covered with impenetrable mathematical equations

The older man is holding a crumpled piece of paper

It appears to be a note scribbled in haste

By an unsteady hand. What follows here is the story of what happened."

Will we ever understand

This complex genius

This visionary thinker

Will we ever get this close again

Uniting the forces

Of our universe

Will we ever understand

His isolation

Or his sense of wonder

We will never get this close again

It’s been too long…

I think he’s gone

The father, a brilliant scientist, has devoted

his life to finding the theory of everything

the equation that will fully explain and unite

all physical forces of the universe

He's obsessively working day and night

unaware that his wife and introverted son

need far more attention that he has been

giving them. The mother has always supported

her husband's scientific pursuits, but the strain

of dealing with their asocial child's special needs

has worn her down to the point of desperation."

I'm so close to the answer

A dazzling symphony of cosmic strings

I feel the pulse, vibrating just out of reach

The music of space

One single master equation

Unification of the great and small

I hear the notes but the arrangement is wrong

And I'm starting to doubt, but I can't give up now I'm so near

Can't you see that I need you out here?

And what about our boy?

I think he's got something to give

What secrets lie... Beyond these hollow eyes?

I'm sorry you feel neglected

But it's clear that you don't understand

I'm aware, and I want to be there

I just need some more time, for the answer is blindingly near

Are you trying to drive us away

Just when we need you most?

You might find he's got something to give

What secrets lie... Beyond these eyes?

"The son is so withdrawn because his mind

is overwhelmed by analyzing the chaotic stimuli

of the world around him, and the mathematical

patterns he sees in everything - even in nature

His brain seems to operate on a completely different

level than other people's. There is something

very special about him, indeed."

"The mother is determined to connect

with the prodigy, but he is completely unresponsive

He is simply incapable of relating to her emotionally

even though on some level he wants to."

Talk to me

I know you’re there, but I won’t see you

I hear your voice but it can’t reach me

Let me in

It all seems so trivial

In the scheme of things

Talk to me

I feel your touch but it can’t move me

I hear your words but they confuse me

Let me in

It all comes to nothing

In the scheme of things

Patterns emerge in nature’s dance

Numbers are born in the wheel of chance

Why do I see this?

What does it mean to me?

A grand design in all its majesty

Vibrating strings, quantum gravity

Why was I chosen?

What does it mean to me?

Tell me why!

"7 Years ago

As the students work on a test in science class

a gust of wind from the open window blows

a paper full of math equations off the teacher's desk

Unnoticed by the teacher, it lands at the prodigy's feet

Already having finished the test, he picks up the paper

His face lights up as he begins writing."

I can’t believe… this can’t be true.

How could you know?

I’ve tried to solve this

For as long as I recall

Is this your work? Be honest now

How did you do it?

I’m not angry, boy

But I really need to know

I’m sorry, sir, I can’t explain

It’s the way I’ve always been

You see, the numbers just appear

Before my eyes

Don’t believe hi, no! He is envious!

I’ve felt it from the start

In every class, I’ve always been the genius

And he just wants to be like me

Don’t let him deceive you

He’s nothing but a fake

A sad pretender

Trying to take my place

Don’t let him deceive you

He’s nothing but a fake

A sad pretender

A total waste of space

"Why is the rival constantly bulliying the prodigy?

And why is the girl compelled to protect him?"

Why do you torment him, are you jealous?

There must be a reason you’re so cruel

What have you got against him?

Does he scare you?

What did he ever do to you?

Oh no, I can’t believe

You’re falling for this loser

Oh no, I thought you knew

That I am so much cooler!

Why do you despise him, are you frightened?

Are you being driven by your pride?

I think you feel threatened by his brilliance

But still you admire him, deep inside

Oh no, I can’t believe

You’re falling for this loser

Oh no, I thought you know

That I am so much cooler!

Oh no, I always thought

That we should be together

Oh no, I really think

That you can do so much better

[Uilleann pipes: Troy donockley

Violin: Ben mathot

Modular moog solo: Keith emerson

Synthesizer solo: Jordan rudess

Low whistle: Troy donockley]

"The teacher visits the father

bringing him surprising news about his son."

I’m glad you could meet me

I’m here about your son

I’ve never seen a mind like his

Especially so young

He’s got a gift for numbers

Never known before

An outstanding genius

Who shouldn’t be ignored

You must be mistaken

He’s useless and he’s weak

I see no sign of genius

The boy can hardly speak

He just sits there, lifeless

For hours at a time

No expression on his face

His eyes staring into space!

How can you be so heartless

There must be so much more that we can do

Who are you to judge me,

You don’t even know what we’ve been through!

Just give him more attention

You’ll see there’s more to him than meets the eye

Fine! I’ll try to help the child

Better not wasting my time!

"5 Years ago

The prodigy wants to improve his relationship

with his father, but doesn't know how to reach out."

Are you trying to drive me away?

Just when I need you most.

I think… I’ve got something to give

I just don’t know… how…

"The mother and the father agree

to enlist and outside expert to help

with their son, but their motivations to do so couldn't be more different."

We need to take him to therapy

Help him function in society

It's worth a try, who knows...

He could help me complete

The theory of everything

A future to build

A role to fulfill

Something to give

A reason to live