john | April 25, 2021, 1:56 a.m.
Because why not.
I'm struggling to write what I'm feeling. I'm nervous that's for sure. In philosophy the moment I am waiting for is as close to Schrödinger's Cat Paradox as I think imaginable.
The box represents something to me that I've invested what I would describe as, a lot in. Or in Schrödinger's words, a cat inside a box with other things happening.
To be more specific, all of me in a sense. There are moments in the existence of the creation that I made, that I could of done nothing but been engulfed in what it is. It was probably unhealthy, but I had no choice.
I'm sure along the way I could of found an alternative, although it's improbable because once it sparked, there was not stopping it, of course, other than lack of observation.
But life lead me down that very specific route. To the moment where I wait in absolute silence, loudly. The paradox. It's poetic. In the assumption of reality, the absurdity arises.