Wednesday, April 10, 2024

Purrrspective, probably

  

"the assumption of reality"  

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"Since Schrödinger's time, other interpretations of quantum mechanics have been proposed that give different answers to the questions posed by Schrödinger's cat of how long superpositions last and when (or whether) they collapse. "


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Can a bus be late? It arrives or not. It may arrive but keep driving past. We may not notice the bus passing us. Purrrspective.  


Did I coin that word? Maybe it has been printed elsewhere. Maybe it was coined only in some mind somewhere. Maybe it passed unnoticed with no tracks.  


Is it a thought game or a thought sport. Maybe a thought exercise.  Maybe inadvertent or intentional.


Is the violin in tune. First the strings must be made to register sound. A violin at rest in a closed case is the same as a violin on a table in a concert hall. We don't need an arbiter, machine, Geiger counter, or cat monitor in this model.   

Is Oklahoma hot? Grab the panhandle. Is that A joke. Depends on purrrspective. 

Is Oklahoma in tune? Sure, with itself. Feedback aside, stomping and clapping only rattle the pork chops in the pan. Mixed metaphors create funny jokes. It's a process, the bus is on my time. It conforms to expectation. Robert Anton Wilson is still dead but who ever met him. I mean, really met him.  Not Itzhak Perlman, or Einstein, probably.  

Ashberry gets it, it gets you. It's college date conversation. The grade school kids with a skateboard and arm in a cast get it, they're ditching school. One heads north, the the other east. Can't catch us both. 

Get your stories straight, measles on Monday won't compute or conform. You only have red dots on your arms from pork grease splatter, sharpies. Inside jokes are inside jobs, ask mom 1 and mom 2.

Just asking about hooky will distort the experiment. Truancy is still on the half life side of learning, the cast teaches not the child but the violinist. Morbidity makes for a parable to prove physics, sic, mortality. Harp strings, fiddle strings, same angel devil. Every atom a clutz on an eggshell trampoline. Birth is going too far, on schedule or not. 

Content or contentious, choose. Is the caboose late if the engine decides. Neither paradox nor oxymoron, reality dresses us that way, we dress reality that way. 

It's rhetorical, this dialectic dial tone, comfort. The matrix hum delivers understanding, understanding deliverance address. Circular logic may be influenced by geometry we employ or use as temporary framework. The five point star circumference tabulated by ones gut button.  

Eat the cord, mama cat. 









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