This is a contest entry for Law of Physics and Humanity. The topic I chose was quantum superposition. Look back into your own life, use choices with what outcomes that could've been. For example being stuck behind a slow driver to only see that the car ahead of them wrecked. Each possibility is a state and there are infinite ones of them. This is my poem about the probability of your life.
Vector spaces give us the direction,
A part of the answer to your question,
What is superposition in quantum you're asking,
Plenty of types of vector for electron to proton masking,
The masking of possible probability of infinite states,
This is what Schrodinger's cat dictates,
Infinite outcomes until finally observed,
Taking the amount of measures then probability is preserved,
Applied to life supplies what state you're in,
Plus the probability of what you could have been.
“Time is money
It’s a sign that you worked all night
A sense that you did everything right.
And a life sentence, that keeps you awake all night
Time is money
The longer you work, the efficient hours you’ll be paid,
And rewarded, with a raise
Time is money
Your time was never a possibility, but rather a probability
Of whether or not you’ll actually have a chance of remarkabilty
Or, a configuration to be paid, a way to end your hostilities
Time is money
Your debt was never meant to be paid, but to be made
Up until time is what never seems to be of aide
Time is money”
A scholarly man of numbers,
when confronted said, “Chance be gone!
He who believes the lie slumbers.”
A scholarly man of numbers
challenges the mind that lumbers.
“Probability is the brawn!”
A scholarly man of numbers,
when confronted said “Chance be gone!”
To the love of time
Which never reach it's prime
Moving forward and backward
More in a dazzling zig-zag inward
To the purest expectation
With little or no adaptation
Filming enjoyment without bill
More like free breezes on hill
To the lust of the tongue
Which roast for the young
But has forgotten that hanger
Is hotter than mere real hunger
To the eyes steering at the moon
With less energy flying out soon
May be it would catch up with it
Or miss it-- a more shameful hit
To the fear of trial
That energizes denial
And makes sure the absence
Is reckoned seeing its affluence
To the upcoming regret
What daily report beset
Telling the story of sorry
Maybe that won't drive my lorry
half the earth's defined daylight
mid-night defines the other half
a plus and a minus defines zero
therefore time is all in the head
convenience is as idea choosing
that cycles be a smooth passing
as our notion that there be time
plus and minus cause and effect
equals that balance we call time
that is bias with respect nothing
as apparent fifty/fifty card decks
are really as flow-time delusions
of a stillness with respect a time
that probability passing direction
stan sand
Weighing in on this bout, here in this, our little galaxy
Because there has to be doubt with all the stars you see
The billions and billions or so at least now they think
Probably more like trillions which all started in a blink
From one, minuet, little speck came a mass undefinable
Even a moon that would reflect especially when it's full
But billions of galaxy's too from that inconsequential dot
In feeling His warming sun upon you as it burns so hot
Life seems to be everywhere but only in this one special place
Nothing else can compare as all the scientist can't come to face
For it would be a strange case as only such life overflows here
Yet even in not finding a single trace to these guys it's still not clear
It's expanding faster now you know, even after some 15 billion years
For this is all God's amazing show as just now it's shifting gears
The rest would be such a reach terming it an impossible probability
Be careful who you let teach with the eye's that God gave you to see
Probability - haiku
an awakening
maybe so and maybe not
spring days conundrum
John G. Lawless
7/29/2014
for Haiku on probabilities contest
face uncertainty;
art of seeing the hidden
trial and error
Syl. count 5/7/5
the certain concept of heading into the void
can't help but get me a little annoyed
the assertion that
"if you're not part of the solution,
you're part of the precipitate"
is one with which I can easily relate
falling out, as it were -
from life's certainty of solution
to devolve into entropic resolution
- is chaotic at best
we are, after all in the best years
of our lives, and the future is bound
to look back to now - and agree
you're waaay prettier than you'll be
a couple of eons or epics from now
just some dust blowing in some Kansas wind
if Kansas is even around in the future then
with you're progeny sayin'
"you haven't been yourself for awhile now"
chances are somewhat improbable that -
you, in fact will never be again
S = k·log W
© Goode Guy 2012-08-06
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_Boltzmann S = k·log W
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entropy_(order_and_disorder)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entropy_(information_theory)
Walking with you
Is a walk on the side of terror
With gentle breezes tickling your cheek
You can count on faith
To bring you to opportunities feet
With an empty mouth for the Spirit to speak
I giggle inside when I see Him
I see and follow, take in joy and swallow
THEN
Your presence consumes me
Like requited love’s passionate kiss
Resounding vibrations requiring the whole
To come on its white stallion
Swiftly catching the virtuous maiden
And one touch stills the quivering soul
Oh how you break my heart with your suffering
I take them to my breast, let them suckle as I lie on your chest
My words are uncertain
But probability births possibility
I simply can’t refrain
You move me out of fear into glorious heights
Where I pray hope and we play with dismantled ropes
The enemy used to drive them insane
I roar with laughter in my happily ever after
Where your light captures my darkest night to
Feast forever on blinded sight
Written by Trudy Schrader on 6-19-09