Being a mathematician, I'm a sucker for Physicist and Ziltoid the Omniscient. The two albums are really about the same thing, I think: the quest for knowledge and the meaning of life. Physicist *is* about a physicist, I believe; one who has spent a lifetime searching for ultimate truth: making exhilarating discoveries, suffering mind-wrenching setbacks, and in the end (in "Planet Rain", perhaps dying) grappling with regrets and the great loneliness that often haunts the footsteps of those obsessed with the pursuit of knowledge. It is all at once sad, poignant and victorious.
"Kingdom" begins with this:
I,
I wonder...
...why I wonder why
The late physicist Richard Feynman once wrote this as a child:
"I wonder why I wonder why. I wonder why I wonder. I wonder why I wonder why I wonder why I wonder"
As for Ziltoid, he was obsessed with order and control, which naturally led him (with a little prodding by the "Hive Mind") to turn away from shallow power-plays and seek for the order underlying reality. He finds it, fleetingly, in a flash of insight granted by the Omnidimensional Creator which "colored his world"; but, kind of like Icarus flying too close to the sun, he was "burned" by the rush of heady revelations, and so descend back into a haze of grays, uncertainty and disorder; he dies, perhaps, and is reincarnated as a poor three-dimensional bastard working at a coffee house, surrounded by a chaos of garbled voices and the constant distractions that cloud everyday life.
I'm convinced that Dev is a physicist at heart.
"Kingdom" begins with this:
I,
I wonder...
...why I wonder why
The late physicist Richard Feynman once wrote this as a child:
"I wonder why I wonder why. I wonder why I wonder. I wonder why I wonder why I wonder why I wonder"
As for Ziltoid, he was obsessed with order and control, which naturally led him (with a little prodding by the "Hive Mind") to turn away from shallow power-plays and seek for the order underlying reality. He finds it, fleetingly, in a flash of insight granted by the Omnidimensional Creator which "colored his world"; but, kind of like Icarus flying too close to the sun, he was "burned" by the rush of heady revelations, and so descend back into a haze of grays, uncertainty and disorder; he dies, perhaps, and is reincarnated as a poor three-dimensional bastard working at a coffee house, surrounded by a chaos of garbled voices and the constant distractions that cloud everyday life.
I'm convinced that Dev is a physicist at heart.
