This is astonishing. In case anyone misses it in the comments of my Shrödingers Cat post, from HalfEmpty:

The greatest American and worlds wisest and bestest man Unca Ceil Adams explains via verse:

Schroedinger, Erwin! Professor of physics!<br/> Wrote daring equations! Confounded his critics!<br/> (Not bad, eh? Don’t worry. This part of the verse<br/> Starts off pretty good, but it gets a lot worse.)<br/> Win saw that the theory that Newton’d invented<br/> By Einstein’s discov’ries had been badly dented.<br/> What now? wailed his colleagues. Said Erwin, “Don’t panic,<br/> No grease monkey I, but a quantum mechanic.<br/> Consider electrons. Now, these teeny articles<br/> Are sometimes like waves, and then sometimes like particles.<br/> If that’s not confusing, the nuclear dance<br/> Of electrons and suchlike is governed by chance!<br/> No sweat, though–my theory permits us to judge<br/> Where some of ‘em is and the rest of ‘em was.”<br/> Not everyone bought this. It threatened to wreck<br/> The comforting linkage of cause and effect.<br/> E’en Einstein had doubts, and so Schroedinger tried<br/> To tell him what quantum mechanics implied.<br/> Said Win to Al, “Brother, suppose we’ve a cat,<br/> And inside a tube we have put that cat at–<br/> Along with a solitaire deck and some Fritos,<br/> A bottle of Night Train, a couple mosquitoes<br/> (Or something else rhyming) and, oh, if you got ‘em,<br/> One vial prussic acid, one decaying ottom<br/> Or atom–whatever–but when it emits,<br/> A trigger device blasts the vial into bits<br/> Which snuffs our poor kitty. The odds of this crime<br/> Are 50 to 50 per hour each time.<br/> The cylinder’s sealed. The hour’s passed away. Is<br/> Our pussy still purring–or pushing up daisies?<br/> Now, you’d say the cat either lives or it don’t<br/> But quantum mechanics is stubborn and won’t.<br/> Statistically speaking, the cat (goes the joke),<br/> Is half a cat breathing and half a cat croaked.<br/> To some this may seem a ridiculous split,<br/> But quantum mechanics must answer, “Tough shit.<br/> We may not know much, but one thing’s fo’ sho’:<br/> There’s things in the cosmos that we cannot know.<br/> Shine light on electrons–you’ll cause them to swerve.<br/> The act of observing disturbs the observed–<br/> Which ruins your test. But then if there’s no testing<br/> To see if a particle’s moving or resting<br/> Why try to conjecture? Pure useless endeavor!<br/> We know probability–certainty, never.’<br/> The effect of this notion? I very much fear<br/> ‘Twill make doubtful all things that were formerly clear.<br/> Till soon the cat doctors will say in reports,<br/> “We’ve just flipped a coin and we’ve learned he’s a corpse.”<br/> So saith Herr Erwin. Quoth Albert, “You’re nuts.<br/> God doesn’t play dice with the universe, putz.<br/> I’ll prove it!” he said, and the Lord knows he tried–<br/> In vain–until fin’ly he more or less died.<br/> Win spoke at the funeral: “Listen, dear friends,<br/> Sweet Al was my buddy. I must make amends.<br/> Though he doubted my theory, I’ll say of this saint:<br/> Ten-to-one he’s in heaven–but five bucks says he ain’t.”<br/> — Cecil Adams

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