He created a universe.
From his Oxford office.
Betwen bouts of fear and crippling anxiety.
He changed the world order.
He gave geometry maths.
And the world force and mass.
He was what is commonly called a genius.
For all of this he was a mess.
A lopping, misanthropic man.
A man who did not allow himself the warmth of love.
He gave thermodynamics the fire it needed to breathe.
And quenched his own with work.