The metaphysical Quark poem...sort of
So there I was in a box with a cat he was just looking at me and I was just looking back. I think we both had the same thought: Stupid Cesium atom, at any rate I’d determine my fate it they’d just let me at’im! We both knew how this should work. We also knew that Schrödinger was a conceptual jerk.... Sign in to see full entry.