Decoherence

Awe can hype the tiny strings,

the spooky connection

between nonsense and beckoning fog,

that far path opening the field,

like a table quick to point,

propelled by a force we do not understand.

Green years excuse the decoherence,

and years of applied optimism:

patient scale and reach,

sunlit breath, stumbling boots.

(d'après l'article de Robert Matthews
« Are We Nearly There Yet? »
paru dans New Scientist 190.2553
du 27 mai 2006, p. 52-53 )

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