when the paradox turns into paranoia...
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I now write through the fractals of my
empirical universe that draws its inspiration
from the confusion of a poetic architectony...
Is the cat in the box still dead ?
Or is it already alive ?
Who knows ? just an illusory consciousness...
To play with ambiguities is to challenge the cosmic unity !
The gods do not like to be disturbed in their uncertainties...
Beyond appareances lies an intelligence
devoid of compassion and lienency which gives
meaning to madness ...
Am I too, trapped inside the box in the observer\'s eyes ?
Still alive or not really dead ?
quantum mechanics is formalistic .
It does not choose the state of the object ,
but rather ,makes it incompatible with the thoughts
of the fish spinning in its aquarium ...
an empty box that contains something
is no longer a paradox but a statement
that will outrage all cat\'s lovers !
Schrödinger was a serial killer .
Only the surrealistic artist and the burlesque actor
know the formula of this box which oscillates
between the tragic and the absurd ...
The gentle kitten is sleeping ,
far removed from these pataphysical musings ...