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!
Quantum thinking out beyond the everyday ...considering multiple perspectives and possibilities leaving behind convention logic
To pave an emerging universe where
knowledge and wisdom is found in the most obscure way
A quantum leap onward to forge and sustain build and refine life as we know it toay
Gathering stick and stone outside the box
To build a empire inside the walls of humanity
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.
I wish not to see another sunrise.
I wish not to wake another day.
I don’t want to trudge to another class or
drive down another highway or
let my tone deaf voice breach my lips again.
I want to snuff out my flame.
It’s not that there’s no beauty in this world;
every morning, another bird flies for the first time.
Creation is forever constant
and laughter leaves the world ringing
day in
and day out.
I adore that.
I, Frankenstein’s monster,
of wickedness and of sin,
cast a shadow with every step I take.
Every breath I breathe pollutes the air,
crisp from the autumn days
but dead like fallen leaves once we cross paths.
I’m a blackbody that keeps on growing,
and my Hawking radiation burns all to ash and embers.
My self-implosion is a fate that’s fair and just;
the only Good choice is to collapse entirely.
You proud, Plato?
The struggle of life
Someone is hungry
Someone wants to go home.
Survival is not easy
For animal world or human
Need to be smart to live.
Sometimes, you need
To go beyond, outrun
Be more intelligent and fearsome.
No heart feeling
Just pure business
In order to survive.
Others, resort to extreme
Selling flesh, principles
And even sale soul to hell.
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
be wary of your
what nots also wherewithals
~ may haunt you someday
scribble scribble toil
and trouble not there and then
~ live and find out when
do not be concern
lest Mt St Helen's near you
shake, bake, tsunami (<--not Honolulu, only my isle)
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