Sentence crafted together by everyone during the dinner speech:
"De sitter is probably somewhere not landscape incomplete but stringking states that it slaps"
Conference dinner poem:
In murky swamps, where theories roam,
Quantum rules make a puzzling home.
Strings dancing in a quantum show,
Gravity's secrets, they aim to know.
Yet, model builders, in their quest,
Craft universes, doing their best.
Strings playing in a cosmic play,
Shaping the world in a model's sway.
Swampland seeks gravity's clue,
Model builders create worlds anew.
In quantum swamps and model's art,
Threads of the cosmic weave take part.
But let's not argue, in this grand theme,
In this pursuit, we share a dream.
Swamp or model, in the same stream,
A cosmic quest, one shared team.
