Quantum
mechanics. What a repository, a dump, of human aspiration it was, the
borderland where mathematical rigour defeated commom sense, and
reason and fantasy irrationally merged. Here, the mystically inclined
could find whatever they required, and claim sciene as their proof.
And for these ingenious men in their spare time, what ghostly and
beautiful music it must be- ‘spectral asymmetry, resonances,
entanglement, quantum harmonic oscillators’- beguiling ancient
airs, the harmony of the spheres that might transmute a lead wall
into gold, and bring into being the engine that ran on virtually
nothing, on virtual particles, that emitted no harm and would power
the human enterprise as well as save it
Whose
fault is it that charlatans have claimed the property of
the word “quantum”? The
opposites attract each other, as they say, and
they even
touch each other, closing the circle, no
doubt. The longest-established
physicist or mathematician, whith
glasses and a
calculator,
shares the quantum nomenclature with the
pseudo-mystic,
bald
but ponytailed
man who talks about Universe harmony.
Maths
are too diffciult, that´s
true, and
the
text words it
very
well; further
in the novel the next question appears:
was
the starnge reality described by quantum mechanics a descrption of
the actual world, or was it simply a system that happened to work?.
I
would really like that, as I read last night ‘there wouldnt be
disloyalty or contradicition separating the ordinary from the
unusual’
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