My dearest,
All hell has broken loose. I have just returned from a council meeting and it ended in unprecedented clamour and disorder. The word is that Schrödinger is dead. It is all anyone can talk about. But is he really dead because none of us have observed it?
Councillor B
When we decided to put Schrödinger in a box we never expected a situation where once inside, he would put a cat inside a box. This happened decades ago and since then we have been so absorbed with the strange development that we have ceased to wonder about Schrödinger. We gave ourselves, understandably of course for one of our own was now in a box, to thoughts only of the cat. The criticality of Schrödinger’s welfare was no matter to us. Alas, with his passing away there is now no one to observe the state of the cat inside the box, and therefore the wellbeing of that feline remains suspended in a mystery of potentials and possibilities.
Councillor P
The esteemed Councillor would have you believe the bedtime stories he heard when he was young. It is truly the most laughable one indeed; that we put Schrödinger in a box. And just to ensure we are sufficiently befuddled that man has put a cat in another box! A cat inside a box inside a box. Heavens! There appears to be Russian interference here. The Councillor would have us believe this is a grand Cat In A Babushka Box world. I demand the Councillor be stripped off his position for trying to confuse the matter and make pudding of our brains.
Let us be clear of one thing. We never put anyone in a box, it is we who have been put in a box.
For so many years now, I have led all of you in prayer and petition of the Great Schrödinger. He put us in this box and we await the Grand Box Opening. Those of us who have led pious and worthy lives will be the first to be seen by him, and consequently our lives will bloom with meaning; they will be saved, and they will live the eternal life.
Remain steadfast and believe that the Great Schrödinger will one day come, open the box and gaze upon us with his loving eyes. Until that hour, let us continue to pray, petition, and ponder.
Councillor E
The revered Councillor wants you to believe that not just our salvation, but our very existence depends on Schrödinger casting his benevolent eyes upon us. Do not be fooled by him. There is absolutely no reason to believe there is a Schrödinger at all. It is all an elaborate hoax. Look at the very name. Schrödinger. Does it not reek of some fable imagined by a sleepy mother to frighten her kids to sleep — if you don’t sleep, Schrödinger will (or will not) come for you.
Why must we be in a box? Why must Schrödinger have put us in?
And so it went on, my dearest. One of our senior councillors pulled me aside in the hallway and said, Schrödinger seems to have died of old age. Perhaps he was waiting for us to emerge from the box. The cat will be alive or dead not by being observed by him, but by its own choosing. Perhaps, my dear, Godot, he was waiting for us, as much as we were waiting for him.
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