In the quantum shadows,
reality refuses to make a choice.
A field is everywhere and nowhere,
a whisper of probabilities existing simultaneously.
It is only when an eye is cast upon it
when we demand to know 'where' and 'what
that the wave collapses,
and the field is forced
into being a single, specific particle.
The vast, undivided potentiality of existence
is a shy creature;
it only becomes 'things'
when we rudely observe it.
The moment we ask
for a singular fact,
we reduce the boundless
unity of the possible
into a fragmented pile
of the definite.
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