In reality, we’re all entangled

“William Blake says the body is ‘that portion of soul discerned by the five senses”

Marion Woodman, Conscious Femininity: Interviews With Marion Woodman (Studies in Jungian Psychology By Jungian Analysts, 58)

Quantum mechanics tells us that there is no such thing as a completely isolated object: objects are connected. The impression of separateness is just an illusion. It is possible for a particle to interact with another particle in such a way that the two particles form a single entangled quantum state. What this means is that the state of one particle is dependent on the state of the other in some way. Because of this dependency, it is a mistake to consider either particle in isolation from the other. Rather, we should combine the states and treat the result – both particles – as a single, entangled system. …. What this reveals is that our human perception of objects being separated is not a match with the physical reality of the situation.

“The relationships between particles and the entire Universe are interacting with each other through their inward and outward waves. Thus they become joined into one ensemble of waves which determines the behavior of the individual particles. The simplest example is Mach’s Principle, which proposed (1890) that all the matter of the Universe determines the Law of Inertia (f=ma)”

(The Eightfold Way of The Universe. Milo Wolff).

Of which the tongues declare

What is the colour of silence?

Here presently co-occupied

By fire and petal’s concresence

Our rose-garden life be descried

 

Mirror Mirror deep inside

Mine the mortal hand and eye

Black-blue pool’d through vistas wide

Framing frozen symmetry

 

What patterns thy fret-saw begets

Thy knot-stitch embroidered relief

The surf-line that curves as it whets

The sharpening stone of belief

 

Common  cause in unknowing

Reflected why in this prism

Dark the glass yonder flowing

Secur’d aye in this prison

 

Time’s presence, bloom of time’s passing

Consciousness, your fawn’s liquid glance

Thine and mine eye, hours amassing

Surprising to joy out this trance

A conversation

What is the colour of silence?

Here presently co-occupied

Where fire and petals concresence

Our rose-garden life be descried

 

But, Mirror Mirror here inside

Deep blue-black pool, the vista wide

Mine the immortal hand and eye

Selfie-framed frozen symmetry

 

What pattern the fret-saw begets

The knot-stich embroid’ring reliefs?

The surf-line that curves as it whets

The sharpening stones of beliefs?

 

Common our cause in unknowing

Reflecting, our I in this prism

Darkly the glass yonder flowing

Secur’d lie i in this prison

 

Time’s presence, bloom of time passing

Consciousness, your fawn’s liquid glance

Thou and mine I, hours amassing

Surprising to joy from this trance

A wholly admirable man

William Blake, pioneering feminist (friend and advocate of Mary Wollstonecraft), vegetarian and socialist. Artist, poet and non-conformist Christian. If only British Socialism would return to its roots…

Man was made for Joy & Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro’ the World we safely go.
Joy & Woe are woven fine,
A Clothing for the Soul divine

From Auguries of Innocence, William Blake (To see a world in a grain of sand..)