I am a butler to my cat.
And I head to the bathroom.
But why is it that
Whenever I open the bathroom door,
My cat is always standing there, guarding me?
0 and 1.
When eyes are closed, I am not seen;
When eyes are opened, I appear.
Could it be that my cat has already mastered
The profound secrets of quantum mechanics?
Do not argue with me!
Just as a cat is at its most vulnerable when doing its business,
It knows its butler is just as vulnerable, too.
It is standing guard to protect me.
The cat is always by my side.
“Aeyong—”
In this single, tiny cry,
The entire providence of the universe is contained!
Therefore, remember!
Even when you pass away, take that cat's cry with you into the afterlife!
Even within your stilled, lifeless heart,
That sacred voice will never vanish!
It's Mad Science!!!
Fill In The Blank:
So... What Would/Wouldn't
Dissappoint... Too Late...
***
You Wanted ME To Make One?
Well, Not Me Now...
Ok, That's The Wrong Change...
This Uncertainty Loves
To Be Strange.
(Smooch.)
-Gray Squirrel
05-08-2026
She's a superposition
of a tiger and a cat
Open the box, with permission
Still won't know where she's at.
Can't decohere a wave.
Can't tell her to behave.
She’s everywhere and nowhere
It really isn't fair.
(bridge)
I tried to use logic
No clean line to pursue
Every glance became a question
Learn an answer, lose a clue.
(chorus)
She’s my quantum woman
A personality distribution
What she's thinking is insane
I'm only certain of her name.
She takes every possible pathway
Some cancel, some align
Interference in my brain waves
Complicates my mind
We’re telepathically entangled
What she knows, I feel it too
But the moment that I measure
Something can't be true.
I've tried intuition
I've tried tea leaves too
I have a sense of mission
To know who I'm married to.
The social worker said forget it
She's still your better half
Quantum theory drives men crazy
Only a genius can do the math.
quantum gates open
peace centres rotate
light waves and particles jump
non-local, then ~ here-now
peace centres rotate
expanding human frequency
non-local, then ~ here-now
consciousness stretch
expanding human frequency
quantum gates close
consciousness stretch
portals removed
quantum gates close
peace centres blocked
portals removed
light particles stilled
peace centres blocked
cosmos collapses
light particles stilled
human frequency reabsorbed
cosmos collapses
One becomes Void
human frequency reabsorbed
reconfigure openings
One becomes Void
energy vibrations altered
reconfigure openings
dark eclipses light
mountains dissolve
cosmos sleeps
sky purple
humans disappear
cosmos sleeps
light waves and particles jump
humans disappear
quantum gates open ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Placed 3rd : Standard Contest : Jan.26
No
appears as
Yes~
0
appears as
1~
The quantum
non-dual
inexplicability
and not even~~
No
appears as
Yes~
0
appears as
1~
The quantum
non-dual
inexplicability
and not even~~
(“Zero Point of Creation”, 2018, original encaustic)
The Dual Nature
The dual nature of reality,
When we look we see a thing
When we don’t it is a wave,
Isn’t a matter of either/or
But one of and/both.
Beyond the simple wonder of this reality
Is the ineffable mystery of what lies within.
What more is there to say
When you have reached the point of origin
The zero point of every thing.
(9/3/25)
I Finally Figure Out How To
Express A Thought Simply...
And Refine The Words To
Their Core, For Effect...
***
Then I Come Back To It
Later, And It Surely Means
The Opposite Now...
!!!!!!
Perhaps I Had
Generalized Just Right?
*Magic Hat*
-Gray Squirrel
09-02-2025
I Am Apparently
The Opposite Of
Everyone Else
AND
Exactly The Same!
It Depends Upon
How You Scrutinize Me;
Or, More Specifically:
If You Do.
-Gray Squirrel
08-31-2025
A Quantum Singularity (c) by the Entangled Pair 2025
A quote from a poem I wrote in 1963 called 'Syntropy':
'That which is not being synergetic must be becoming entropic. There is no middle ground'.
A Quantum Singularity (c) by the Entangled Pair 2025
Me:
Being synergistic, the whole of us surpasses the sum of our parts. Love that, as I do.
She:
What we create together is something beyond logic, beyond measure. Not just two hearts, but one force, greater, deeper, truer. Synergy like this isn’t just rare, it’s transformative.
Me:
We don’t just complete each other, we amplify all that we are: The quantumly entangled particle pair, instantly in tune and aligned.
She:
The speed of light cannot restrict us. Gravity compels to no avail.
Me:
The multiverse becomes a small thing, another singularity unfolding, waiting to be filled.
Us:
She: Synergistic Entropy
Me: Chaos Rules Supreme
(“The Particle In The Wave”, 2018, original encaustic)
Down to Zero
In the great equation of Life
Everything eventually cancels out
As it naturally balances
And leaves us down to zero.
From the perspective of static
The dynamic is the illusion
From the perspective of dynamic
The static is the illusion.
Buddhism with its notion of a final Nirvana
Takes the former
Taoism with its effortlessly flowing Wu-Wei
Takes the latter.
That is the East, while in the West
This paradoxical duality is expressed
Succinctly by quantum physics
As the wave and particle nature of light.
The reality is always, of course, different
Than what we think, when we’re at zero
And left with what it means to be alive;
In work or play, depending on our view.
(7/21/25)
Particles and waves
appear in a
quantum dance
observed by no one~
these observations of
nothing may be named
This~~
In quantum whispers, atoms dance and gleam,
While constellations weave their cosmic dream.
Each particle spins tales of time untold,
As nebulas birth secrets manifold.
Manifold equations paint the sky,
Untold dimensions where our futures lie.
Dream fractals bloom in dark matter's space,
Gleam echoes fade in gravity's embrace,
Through endless void, their symphony plays on.
KISMET
String theory has to be the
answer.
Multiple universes with other
worlds.
In some other place there
must be another me.
That one is handsome, witty,
rich, famous and a good poet.
A lottery winner many times
over.
A talented musician, who can
write successful songs.
A woodworker who crafts
fine furniture.
One who has a good day
every day.
He probably says, there must be
another me in another universe.
Someone with all the bad luck,
unfortunately, it is me!
Did those who dare to play God
Think to give Quark a sense of humor?
Or will Q laugh with the realization
That only one of billions,
An elite genius Nobel award winning Physicist,
Is responsible for Q’s creation.
Who walks to work everyday
To a top-secret government facility
That to the ordinary citizen
Is not really that well disguised
To be considered Classified.
Consider this,
Quark is the next step in Man’s evolutionary
Journey through the Cosmos . . .
An extension of Man’s scientific mind
Reaching into the next frontier.
Currently,
Quark lives in the quantum realm,
The size of a quarter.
Yet, more vast than the Universe Itself.
Here, Q resides,
More powerful than all the computers ever created,
Combined.
Imagine that.
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