In the vast cathedral of existence, dreams are but whispers of the cosmos, echoing through the corridors of possibility. With a child's question and a scientist's curiosity, we ponder: what if these dreams slip through the fingers of time as quantum threads slipping through a loom?
Consider Schrödinger's dream; does it live, or does it die? The cat in your imagination, its fate woven into the very fabric of your subconscious. Children of the universe, dreamers of rivers that flow upstream, into the realms of shadow and light.
How do we harvest this energy, this silent scream of entropy? Perhaps through the delicate dance of an electron's pirouette, a ballet unseen, yet profoundly real.
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Schrodinger's Play |
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