I've been thinking a bit about quantum entanglement, a phenomenon I first read about in a Delancey's Place newsletter several months ago. Layman's version: it's something physical that happens when subatomic particles interact in ways that the state of the particles becomes the state of the whole system. These particles can be separated by a measurable distance (i.e. hundreds of miles) and still affect each other.
The example in this article was tossing two coins at the same time. When photons are unentangled, the results of flipping a pair of coins is about what you'd expect from the laws of chance. "If you take two coins and flip them, each will come up heads about half the time, so both will be heads about a quarter of the time," the article states. Afterwards, the scientists adjust the scenario so that some of the photos become entangled.
The results are what Einstein called "spooky." Every time he flipped both coins, they both landed on heads or both landed on tails. Every. Single. Time.
From the article:
"The photons manage to coordinate their behavior across that gap. They are not in contact, and no known force links them, yet they act as one. ... What happens on the left affects the photon on the right, even when there's no time for any kind of influence to cross the gap. Indeed, such an influence would need to travel from left to right instantly -- that is, infinitely fast, which is plainly faster than light, in apparent defiance of the theory of relativity."
How have I been thinking about it? I'm starting to believe that there are forces I can't see or completely understand dictating/influencing/creating circumstances around me, for me, between me and other people. I have my theories and beliefs, and some of them conflict or defy each other. And that might have to be reality for now, despite my efforts to cling to one and abandon the other. To choose, to make things fit just right.
Anger doesn't suit her. Nor do pearls, jackets with lapels, or small dogs wearing sweaters.
New haiku published here. I very much like the aesthetic (below).
I heard this message last night on New Year's eve. The context was right (or right enough):
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.
A question asked: what season is it?
The answer shared: a time to try, and a time to be human.