Quantum Mess

If I suddenly close my eyes, would you disappear? If your eyelids are shut, will I? What if you walk out of the door and not out of my life? What if you walked out of my life but still linger in my mind? How do we know when we're really apart, as we sleep, or go about our personal affairs? How long is too long apart and how much is too much together? As we lay next to each other mindlessly and absent in every other way but physically? 
Why do we cling so helplessly to that which we often disregard once it's ours? We only want what we can't have, so they say, but what we want more than that is actually having it; what we already have, sometimes it is taken for granted. That's why we're always in search of that elusive item of vanity, attending the best venues, mingling with the cool crowd. What becomes too familiar is no longer exciting, even if at one time we valued it above all else. 

What if I realize it was nothing more than an illusion? It's illusory enough to make sense of this dreamlike state of affairs our lives have succumbed to. We suffer ghosts that might materialize out of thin air and come out of the mist, but when fear does show it's face, you realize, it is nothing more than an elaborate sham, the by-product of our feverish imagination. 

The fact that we are no longer together. The fact that we're apart. It's an illusion since we're all part of the same thing and you still live and we live in the same planet. It's good that we had what we had, and in realizing that we were really never too close or too apart only helps to defeat this delusional that onsets a stream of negative currents of energy. We focus on our departed loved ones as if they were really angelical, somehow their absence makes them more divine, less bore some, more exciting when, in fact, it's our lack of resolution, our own vacuum, that sucks us in, as if melodramatically missing someone would somehow make us a more noble creature. 

Animals don't dwell in the past. Somehow they intuit that life is hard enough as it is for them to spend any energy on something that is not going back to the way it was, even if the loved one, the missed one, were to materialize out of thin air and knock at our door, as some of us have sometimes fantasized. But we're not animals. And we obey silly rituals of mourning, things and experiences affect us more deeply, therefore we enjoy things more fully. If only we were grateful, and simply let go, abandon the futile effort to restore everything to an immaculate state. We can, yes. Not to stop feeling, no. But to stop feeling so intensely, if such feeling, of course, harms us. Feel as intense as you may, so long as you're not harming anyone, especially yourself. 

But so what if we were? We miss and hurts and sucks to be without the other. And it's a face that we may not promote to the world, no one really knows how much each and everyone of us suffers, but we'll have a good laugh about each other for just how silly we can be and actually are. So, I tend to look at myself with humor, and I go about other things in my life. But at no moment, nowhere, are you far from my mind. 

The law of entanglement, I should appropriate, and not just for pseudo-scientific purposes, but also as an emotional therapy. This form of appropriation leads to a spiritual healing that may be closer to universal truths than that whole mindless notion of romantic love. In its scientific form, the law of entanglement is referred to as "Quantum Entanglement", or what others call the Law of Attraction. It simply posits that the frequency with which our own energy radiates attracts or repels similar or opposite forms of energy. For instance, we may notice how by fearing something might happen, it actually ends up happening. We may experience only that which our minds deem conceivable. We may be thinking of someone and then, suddenly, hear from that person; we may encounter that person on our way to work, or receive a text or a call from them at that very moment. We're all interconnected. Nothing is really apart; as nothing really is together. We're part of the same thing. 

Taking, for instance, "Superposition", the fact that a single particle can be at more than one space in time at any given moment. We are here and yet, we're not.

So, if I close my eyes, I can see you again, just as I saw you every time I opened them back then, when you were still here, and mine. And if I go for a walk, away from all the things that remind me of you, I may forget to leave behind the most important thing there is to forget, my mind. Because the things that remind me of you are things that do not take a space and time but a thought, a concentrated bit of information that mutates, evolves and migrates in and out of mind, as is the case with everything. Particles appear and disappear, and may simultaneously be in different places all at the same time. 

That quantum mess is only conceivable if we make the connection that that is precisely the system under which our minds function. Out of all the chaos that surmounts, we strive to find meaning, meaning that is not there but only appears as we conceive of it, as we apply it, day in and out throughout the course of our lives.