The Old Curiosity Shop

I found myself in the old curiosity shop Looking for something strange and different The owner said how about Schrodingers cat I said did not curiosity kill that? He said its a paradox unknown Alive or dead its something you can still own I said no. He said how about a spider I have living in a parlour I said do I look like a fly? He said you can be anything you want to be I said I have no desire to die. I looked further searching for something new But everything was old And paradoxical in truth I said have you got a quantum box So that I can think outside it Maybe it will inspire me to think of something new He said I sold that only yesterday to a Jewish man with wild hair But I do have a super string theory residing over there I stated I do not have any needs for a bunch of incomplete theories All grouped up into one. Feeling rather down of heart and feeling rather glum I saw a dust covered book on existentialism And said have you got a theory for being and nothingness He said Satre took that one today by his own authority So I decided it was time to go home and started to leave When I saw a quantum paradigm staring back at me I suddenly felt exited and said is that paradigm something you would like to shift He said for you my friend most certainly And I decided to take it And as the paradigm shifted so did my quantum space Now I find myself in Shambala on a Buddhist holiday.