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Schrodinger's Cat Tale

(to Mittens) Schrödinger’s Cat is where it’s at, nor live, nor dead, nor purring. With half a chance she’ll live to prance the worst may be occurring. But if I’d look I’d lock her fate. Dare I disturb her quantum state when spooky action at-a-distance could conclude poor cat’s existence? Somehow unseen I need to see behind that curious curtain, where “God plays dice” with cats and mice, and Heisenberg was uncertain. Where large meets small, and cause effect, fact finds science fiction. It boggles my small intellect … Each way I think of to protect her has some contradiction. Where simple seeming Maxwell’s Demon, if programmed to assist … To no avail, he’s doomed to fail, he clearly can’t exist. Where sober souls succumb to doubt, should I should "shush" or should I shout? Oy! It’s a lot to think about! Where mighty minds have failed before, what chance have I to best Niels Bohr? Poor Einstein nearly fried his noggin when he tried at Copenhagen. Then at the Solvay Congress, rambling, suffered cerebellum scrambling. Where the world’s four known forces and all it’s best minds, couldn’t save kitty lest they Unified. So he tried and he tried, 'til his brain liquified, still we weren’t Unified on the day Einstein died. Then followed footsteps, Steven Hawking. Though he didn’t do much walking, wowed us with his brilliant squawking. Black holes have “hair?!” Could information, spared by quantum sublimation, paired in Grand Unification, spare this long-hair’s ruination? Could yet unwritten cosmic laws apply behind those blurry walls to spare her furry feline paws? I can’t remember if I cried when I read that Steven Hawking died. Such sadness touched me deep inside, still, we were not Unified. So confidence I can’t exude. The only thing I can conclude: Alas, I lack ability to tinker probability. But I will give you even odds that all our odds are even. This odd result results because we’ve mixed our rhymes with reason. So be it odd to play at God … by God there’s a solution! I have free will and will by God will out her execution. So, by stroke of this pen I do decree: This story ended. Happily!

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Date: 2/24/2020 2:24:00 PM
This is totally my favorite. Damn well done.
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Date: 1/14/2020 9:34:00 PM
This is wonderful - I wrote a piece a while ago applying the paradox to a child's fear of darkness, (as I was such a wee lad, terrified), and I very much enjoyed this! I also write poems on quantum theory and physics, but they rarely get comments, lol, (not "that" kind of crowd here, I guess). The aforementioned was called 'Schrodinger's Monster', I believe, if you care to track it down. Excellent work - and another into my faves!
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Date: 11/20/2019 3:56:00 PM
Eric congratulations on your win in my writing challenge!
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