I didn’t know today was Verne’s birthday until I made it up a couple weeks ago. I get to do that. I am all powerful. Like a god. Only not as worship dependent.
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It wasn’t a cat in Schrodinger’s box it was a wacky squirrel.
Schrodinger’s Cat is a thought experiment that demonstrates the absurdity of quantum superposition when applied to everyday objects. Superposition describes all the possible states of a system (such as all the possible positions of a subatomic particle). Quantum theory says that superposition collapses into a definite state only at the moment of quantum observation.
The experiment involves placing a cat and a small bit of radioactive material in a closed box. If the radioactive material releases a single particle a geiger counter detects it, triggering a hammer that shatters a vial of hydrocyanic acid, killing the cat. If the radioactive material does not release a particle the cat is alive. Superposition states that the cat is BOTH dead and alive (or entangled) until the moment of observation. Common sense states this is ridiculous. The cat is either dead or alive, but not both at the same time.
Except that we know that shooting a series of single photons through a double-slit barrier at a detection screen results in a banded interference pattern. This clearly suggests that a single photon must be interfereing with itself. That can only happen if the photon goes through both slits at the same time. How can a single photon be in two places at once? It can only do that if it is a wave. But if the photon is a wave, how is it we can detect it arriving at a single spot on the detection screen as though it were a particle. Somehow in the journey through the slits the the photon acts as both particle and wave (in quantum superpoisiton) and only resolves its state as a particle when it’s detected.
The only thing I can deduce from this is that we all somehow inhabit a world that exits in all possible states until the moment we observe it. Eyes closed: anything’s possible. Eyes open: one possibility. But why do we all seem to perceive the same outcome? Or do we?
I’m telling you, it’s Hammy in the box. And he’s doing the hokey pokey with that subatomic particle. And you know how I know for sure?
I’M NEVER GOING TO OPEN THE BOX!!