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“Classic probability
theory, including Markov processes, must obey the law of total probability,”
said Busemeyer. “However, human judgments often exhibit interference
effects which violate the law of total probability. Quantum probability was
originally developed specifically for the purpose of explaining interference
effects found in physics. This same mathematical formalism provides an explanation
for interference of thoughts in human judgments.”
yes
thinking
the now quantum sunset
still no resolution yet
or ever
thinking
is
the pollutant
after the facts
strapped to the best bet
stubborn
concerning the: "pure feeling of life"
the law before the facts
which themselves lack
any unbiased beauty at all
our mere attention wilts their flowers
our insistance upon touching everything
devoures
and stings
oh, i must go sing!
such a beautiful nothing there
such power it brings
so much nothing
to heal myself in
a tiny speck of partial sight
obliterated when our pride
turns simple sleep into a fight
all so many minds at same same time
different so different opinions hide
true knowledge of our plight
ignorance put the judas' kiss loose
in the middle of the scientific night
then confides
' I had no idea!'
a simple whim
crushing all the lofty imaginings that there is any law
ever
just insane imagined sin
about anything
that does not move and change\for there really is nothing that is still
he never could decide for sure
where the line between the essence and the unpure
did reside
as a girl
become woman
would not confide
and tried
to hide
the magic that
made her beauty tragic
and trapped him in the sea of sensation
of his own creation
the most subtle of which
constantly twiched
deep deep in the lying lizard's brain
bogus information
almost compliant
because there was no other choice
the verge of frustration infatuation
the deeps had been tamed by submersion and loss of perspective
a fading of the prime directive
to be caught by nothing
and yet how could one resist
if
this
were but himself
reflecting the opposites
and though he bent his mind around it
he could not keep it secure
make it reside
make it fit like
a pearl
become the fabric
of wild sails
for sure
the language made it hard to breathe
logic become a strange disease
that causes common sense to become blind
glaring in like some foriegn sunshine
upon the horrible neccessities that time must put on anything
everything
now the sunrise and sunset blend beneath waters with no top or botton or right
or left
how all curving and curves blend
speech faulters
tries to extinguish
clock or totem or might
simply to see where the bubbles go
to wonder what the foam of life really really knows
that to really 'see'
one needs no ruler, no eyes, no light
