A Long Class

A long class ….by Jim Adams

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I was in Quantum Mechanics from 9 AM till 10:15 AM and I am so glad that this class only meets 2 times a week.  Not so long ago we thought space and time were the absolute and unchanging scaffolding of the universe.  Then along came Albert Einstein, who showed that different observers can disagree about the length of objects and the timing of events.  His theory of relativity unified space and time into a single entity called space-time.  It meant the way we thought about the fabric of reality would never be the same again.  The EPR paradox of 1935 is an influential thought experiment in quantum mechanics with which Albert Einstein and his colleagues Nathan Rosen and Boris Podolsky “EPR” claimed to demonstrate that the wave function does not provide a complete description of physical reality, and hence that the Copenhagen interpretation (a collection of views about the…

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City Life

City Life ….by Susi Bocks

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Ryoji Iwata – Unsplash

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #227 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Dewdrops

hustle and bustle
their next stop on their minds
mindlessly plodding each next step

beware of collisions!
auto or man

the hectic encountered here
is nothing like dewdrops on blades of grass
remaining stationery
or slow and lazily falling wherever

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Swinging from tree to try

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Written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘tree’.

Tirty-tree – number between tirty-two and tirty-four in Ireland

Bigotry – larger than a smaller tree

Symmetry – Caution: Sap just under boiling point

Sweltry – a particularly good tree

Poultry – produces very little timber

Psychiatry – used for treating mad cow disease

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What do your stories tell you?

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What are you thinking about when you are doing nothing?

What are the mental images running through your mind?

some double the stake
some play blind
I just have a high card
I read people and their minds

There is a story running through our heads throughout our life, and it keeps changing. There is a mental house that we live in, and we keep shifting the walls, to accommodate our perceptions.

THE STORIES THEY TOLD, AND WHAT I HEARD

  1. Malini, who was not particularly close to her family, revealed that she has always had an imaginary family she interacted with. It had 3 men from three different generations.

The first was a father figure who pampered her.

The second was a highly supportive guy in her own age group, successful in his profession, who was perhaps a friend, classmate or brother. There was clearly no romantic association with this…

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Daunting

Daunting …. by Michelle Navajas

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Daunting

i am learning from the depths of my childhood memories.
listening to the mist as they get suspended in the air.
hearing whispers of my reality, fighting to see the world clearly.
’twas daunting like challenging the fog; so confused.
unable to think clearly, obscurity was screaming out loud.
oblivion was inevitable, sheltered abyss was my comfort zone.
confessions were made in the dark, there was total vagueness.
there was lack of certainty, and my eyes become bleak and blurry.
what am i and who am i are questions commanding my past.
finding the answer is like hunting the sun in the silence of the night.

truth can be elusive.
but when its there laid perfectly in front of you
reality becomes a formidable scenario.

• Shelter In The Abyss
• Commanding My Past
• Listening To The Mist
• Challenging The Fog
• Learning From…

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Confessions of the Dark ~ #RXC 226

Confessions of the dark …. by EM Kingston

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“Dig deep…” she said, “and look inside yourself” as she scratched out notes on her notepad.

I rolled my eyes a bit and slumped in my seat. I wondered what she was writing down on that piece of paper. I couldn’t see it, but I bet she was doodling. She was probably bored to death, especially since I was not volunteering any information to the conversation. I am a quirky person, and “socially unacceptable” was the title I gave myself. I figured I would use the time to torment the good doctor to see how far I could go before she started asking the more usual questions.

“Doc…you are the professional. Shouldn’t you be asking me questions or something?” I poked with my words for an answer. “Dig deep? About what? You haven’t asked me anything. You want me to tell you about how I…

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