Chat De Schrodinger Et Metamorphism

Inside me is a box, my personal paradox Inside this box there is me, my poison of loss and the decay of time When time ran out, my loss became too great, I died Yet I do not want to look, frightened even terrified But this is merely theory? Surely not a truth When really my box contains only uncertainty, not knowing what will be Would I live or die, could I do both? I already did the later So perhaps it is true, I am both states Or has my box a new name? Pandora may fit And so I lock it tightly, I will never open it, to bring more hurt to my world I have pain enough 2015 Schrödinger's cat (a brief explanation) Imagine that a cat, poison, a geiger counter, radioactive material, and a hammer were inside of a sealed container. The amount of radioactive material was minuscule enough that it only had a 50/50 shot of being detected over the course of an hour. If the geiger counter detected radiation, the hammer would smash the poison, killing the cat. Until someone opened the container and observed the system, it was impossible to predict the cat’s outcome. Thus, until the system collapsed into one configuration, the cat would exist in some superposition zombie state of being both alive and dead. Many people incorrectly assume Schrödinger supported the premise behind the thought experiment, he really didn’t. His entire point was that it was impossible. A small joke Schrödinger's cat walks into a bar And doesn’t