|Henry Pierce Stapp|
(celebrating his 91th birthday)
The essence of quantum entanglement
is correlated readiness to respond.
-- H. P. Stapp
Consciousness is our reward
for collapsing the wavefunction.
-- H. P. Stapp
Light glistening thru the glassy air
Undulates like waves you float on
Until light strikes some open eye
Which turns it into actual photon.
This is the world of the Quantum Mechanic
Not the Butcher nor Baker nor Cook:
It's possibility waves when unregarded
It's an actual particle whenever you look.
In utter darkness safe from leerers
Huge Waves of Maybe surged and swam
But when I turned to look at them
They turned to little Bits of Am.
But what means "looking"? Where to go?
You'll have to ask Professor Joe
And Joe asks Sue and Sue asks Dick
And he asks Ruth and she asks Nick
Who gives them all a dirty look
And recommends they buy his book.
Though looking any kid can do
Dumb physicists don't have a clue
How using your bare sense of sightness
You wrench real matter out of mightness.
In the land of Merely Possible
Every living thing would die
My cat must feast
On actual meat
And so must thee and she and I.
I cite Stapp, my Muse, Saint John and Wigner
We all assume what "looking" means:
That particles emerge from waveness
To satisfy some sentient creature's needs.
At whatever level life awakens
It lurks there feeling waves go by
Consults its belly, reaches out --
Then waves turn into apple pie.
|Henry Stapp at Esalen Seminar on the Nature of Reality|