Monday, January 3, 2011
You, Me and Quantum Solipsism
You talk to me, you read my rhyme
I sense your presence all the time
And yet, I wonder if it's true
It's just a shadow more than you.
And, somehow, in your universe,
In which I hope nothing is worse,
The person whom you read and see
Is not quite who's the real me.
Each measurement or choice we make,
I wonder - does it really "take"
And split reality in two,
And cleave us further? Wish I knew...