Schrödinger’s folly

 

Schrödinger’s folly

Is assuming it matters, the state of the cat or my own soul

In the moment in which the whole

World

Is a tightly closed box

Closed boxes

Closed minds

All dead 

Unless they are opened somehow

Liberated somehow

Made to be alive

Will they be alive? 

Who knows? 

That’s a struggle for the self to discern

The cat is in the box