Why do we keep re-creating the same reality?
Take a look at an atom.
We think of it as a kind of hard ball.
Then we say, "Oh, well, not really.
It's this little tiny point of really dense matter right at the center...
surrounded by a kind of fluffy probability cloud of electrons...
popping in and out of existence. ''
What is reality?
What I thought was unreal, now for me...
seems in some ways to be more real than what I think to be real...
which seems now more to be unreal.
You can't explain it, um... and anybody who gets too lost in try -- anybody who spends too much time trying to explain it... is likely to get lost forever down the rabbit hole of mysteriousness.
We think of it as a kind of hard ball.
Then we say, "Oh, well, not really.
It's this little tiny point of really dense matter right at the center...
surrounded by a kind of fluffy probability cloud of electrons...
popping in and out of existence. ''
What is reality?
What I thought was unreal, now for me...
seems in some ways to be more real than what I think to be real...
which seems now more to be unreal.
You can't explain it, um... and anybody who gets too lost in try -- anybody who spends too much time trying to explain it... is likely to get lost forever down the rabbit hole of mysteriousness.