I despise quantum physics. I've never heard such a load of horseshit in my life. And this is science? Every time I hear about some new thing that it has supposedly proven, it is in direct violation to everyday reality. You know, the one we actually live in.
So, superposition allows for Schrodinger's cat to be alive and dead simultaneously, and only by observing it do we determine it's fate. Well, great, let the cat be alive (and dead) and never open the box to check on him. Or even better, don't put your cat in a box with some poison releasing contraption in it. Heartless bastard science guy.
So, maybe that's why we can't see God. He's everywhere as long as you don't observe Him. Once He's observed he must take on specific location. So, I'm guessing that location would be inside Schrodinger's box, dead along with the cat.
And I've watched a pot of water boil. It just seems to take longer because of the impatience factor. But you can observe the first formation of tiny bubbles all the way to a burnt pan with all the water steamed out, if you are stubborn enough.
How is it that mathematics can supposedly prove everything? Bending reality around on itself is easy if you use "complex mathematics." Complex crap, more like it. I know, I'm just a dummy. I have trouble with basic math. But I know if you take three pigeons and distribute them among two holes, someone's getting an extra pigeon.
Fuck math. And fuck quantum physics. Just call it magical fairy tales and be done with it. Shrodinger's box was a litter box, ie. fulla shit.
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
Just don't open the box, duh.
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
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