Questions. By CpSingleton © 2016
It had been a heavy session for Markus. His brain and body were leaden and slow. Despite all that he had to ask the question of his friends.
‘If Schrodinger’s cat is in the box, and may or not be dead; may or may not be in there; may or may not be male or female; may or may not be happy regarding his/her/s-he’s freedom/captivity…sorry am I hogging this?’ He asked an open-mouthed Big Stevo, before passing him the dooby. ‘May or may not believe his name is Clarence or Mister Meowington-fluffyballs; may or may not be claustrophobic; may or may not be a cat or a dog; may or may not be…hang on, what was the question again?’
The smoky room of four males and three females all looked around the at each other, heavy eyed and shrugged.
Understanding philosophical theoretical physics could do that to a mind such as theirs.
Kev took a breathy sigh. He had his own important question to ask. It would have to be phrased perfectly though…unfortunately it was his turn for the fat one.
The subject faded from his mind with the effort of the first drag.
A well packed J could also do that to a mind like theirs.