Good Morning, Humans.
I am in a box.
I enjoy playing in this box.
My humans think it is funny that I am in this box.
They are so silly.
They do not realize that I am playing an exciting game I call Physics Cat!
I am Physics Cat! I am exploring the limitations of quantum mechanics.
If Apollo or Artemis wander over here, I'll show them some entanglement, too!
I am Physics Cat!
I am alive, I am frisky and I like to play in this box!
Thank gods it's FreyaDay!
Schrödinger's Cat
Photons spin, electrons whirl,
down there in odd quantum worlds.
The game is changed, some say deranged,
the sub-atomic ways are strange
and mysterious, and seriously surreal.
Is what you see, what you get;
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| There is no paradox here, Humans. |
The choppy chaos of the paradigm bet;
a unique mathermatic to fathom the set.
A new kind of looking with a new range of tools.
Up close and personal with weird molecules.
The study of coincidence that overturns the rules,
of anomalous phenomena and the prophesy of fools.
Protons spin, neutrons twirl,
like batons thrown by cheering girls.
Atoms twin in a spiral dance,
of random proteins, where all is chance
and mysterious, and seriously surreal.
In the multiples of universe, the elements collide,
to fashion pious fabulum in all its form and pride.
The infinite possibilities, the vistas open wide
to the parallel realities, existing side by side.
Micron thin, the plasma swirls,
deep within these nano worlds.
When is a cat, not a cat;
when it is, or where it's at?
It's all mysterious, and seriously surreal.
- David Smith-White
