Schroedinger's Cat

Supine on the carpet in a twitching dream, purring over Special Kitty or pawing spider's on the windowsill, who'd have guessed your slightly bulging, furry frame is built entirely out of question marks? At least one person had this figured out: Lewis Carroll had you melt away bequeathing as your calling-card the vestige of a knowing grin acknowledging that cats, spiders, people, everything solid and dependable are simply fragments of a cosmic smile. So let's all cheer up and remind ourselves how intolerable we'd find the world without the shadow of uncertainty and, all in all, it's time to celebrate that God in his infinite random wisdom decided to play dice. (Mike Farman copyright©2001)

(The last line refers to a famous remark by Einstein when he first heard about quantum theory: "God doesn't play dice".)

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