Parody of Paradoxes



Quantum mechanical mind II

I wanted to explain
how my mind works,
but I only found expressions
of quantum mechanics.

I’m sorry,
but my mind behaves so odd
and paradox
like elementary particles in a vacuum.

It’s a system
full of mysteries,
a system
that can only live with motion.

Let me tell you
about a phenomen
that’s called

Particles want to interact
with each other,
you know?
Otherwise no life would’ve formed…

But a particle alone
behaves utterly crazy;
It’s here and there
at the same time!

That’s the poetic side
of decoherence,
my dear,
but it’s the same with my thoughts.
A thought alone is here
and there
at the same time,
behaving utterly strange.

But a single thought
is impossible
for it has to be processed,
observed; thought!

If you observe
an elementary particle
you interact with it,
you even change it!

To observe something
you have to interact with it,
and if you interact
you change it.

Thoughts fly all across your head,
clashing into each other,
interacting, interfering…

And when you catch that thought
you have catched a part
of the history
of your inner spacetime…

What do we learn of this?
Every thought changes each other
and that is the same
with elementary particles…

The string theorist

Your hypothesis is nice,
my dear,
but it can’t be validated in any way
for it’s all far too theoretical.

You leave no place
for experiments,
rather you wrap yourself
in analogies and terms of logic.

Please tell me,
is this science
or rather pure

You seek for understanding
by what the world
is held together
in its innermost.

Your hypothesis
is indeed nice,
even elegant, makes sense somehow,
but deep down?

You can’t describe anything exactly,
but maybe
that’s our world;
just a universe of analogies…

The abstract scientist

I remarked
that scientists are observers
of the external world

while artists
are observers
of the iternal world.

I am the one
who’s looking
inside myself

and see the reflection
of how my subconsciousness recognizes
the outside world…

Therefor am I looking at both;
the outside
and the inside.

It’s like I am inside a box staring at the outside
and at the same time
I’m outside the box staring at the inside.

The subconsciousness opens doors
we never thought
could be real.

I see the distorted,
maybe mirrored reality,
but it’s still a version of the real world.

I am the abstract scientist.
– recognizing the view
between mirrors.

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