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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
“decoherence”…

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,
racing,
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…

Macro scale thoughts

I think as fast
as light speed.

According to E equals m c squared
these thoughts are so massive;
distorting my inner spacetime.

And they won’t stop,
rather it seems
they race faster and faster…

Soon they’ll have so much kinetic energy
that they’ll collapse
into a black hole.

All information
will be lost
in the black hole
that’s called “My mind”.

Centrifugal and centripetal forces

All these thoughts,
they are so massive,
that they begin
to distort my senses.

They become so heavy,
and begin
to attract each other.

Bouncing thoughts,
colliding ideas,
fusioning concepts,
they all make my inner core burn.

Centrifugal and centripetal forces…

All these thoughts,
they spin so fast.
that the repulsion
tears them apart.

But they spin so fast
around each other,
their speed makes me dizzy,
I want it to stop.

It’s a rush
in which they are,
a chain reaction,
or some sort of
infinite loop
I can’t control.

They are spinning,
faster and faster
while they continue
gaining mass…

It’s a war
between
centrifugal and
centripetal forces…

…Positive pressure
against
negative pressure…
…contradictory forces…

….Repulsion
against
attraction…

….Gravity
against
the desire to expand…

…Mass
against
motion…

…These pieces once formed
something as solid as diamonds,
but now they are falling apart
by the repulsion of their spin.

Yet they are still connected,
through the force of gravity.

My head,
a nuclear furnace of thoughts,
in awe of itself.

The mathemagician

The mathematician
is indeed a magician
for he plays with numbers
like they were some kind
of juggle balls.

He speaks the language of the universe,
the language of logic;
Speaking in analogies
he combines equations
like the chemist combines toxic elements…

Equations
– they are the words
of logical thought,
are capable to tell stories
about the universe’s very first days.

The mathemagician’s passion
is to find analogies
between analogies,
just like the writer
searches for metaphors…

He searches for understanding the cosmos…
In dialoque with the universe
he begins to wonder and wander
across the ocean of infinite possibilities…

Fervor with measure,
passion with exactness,
that’s the ultimate of mathematics;
Connecting the details
to create the big puzzle…

Holistic thinking
clashes together
with reductionistic thinking…
That’s when the details coalesce
to one big picture.

The mathemagician loves riddles,
is as fascinated like a child discovering something new.
Nothing can stop the mathemagician’s curiosity
from finding out
by what the world is held together in its innermost…

Passion
and fascination;
that’s what drives him
– almost crazy…

A beautiful mind

From the outside
you may say
that this mind
is beautiful.

But my dear,
don’t dare to posses this mind
for it’s a universe,
a world full of
explosions,
collapses
and
crazy reactions
no human can ever seem to handle…

My dear,
believe me,
it’s not easy to have the mindset
of a “lunatic”.

I’m not insane at all,
my dear,
it’s just
I live in another reality.

You may look into my tired eyes
and yet
you are able to gaze at
my very own universe…

My dear,
do you recognize the stars
and galaxies
behind my eyes?

They are products
of infinite struggle,
unbearable pressure
and pain…

They lighten my
way,
but they are wisps
as well;

Introspection closes the loop;
I’m a black hole
and yet
an entire universe…

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