Life is excessively strange at present as per normal.
It’s the little things that keep me going.
Who are We ? What and Who Is Real etc ?
For Giveness is in our DNA.
And I’ve been thinking about The Observer. Is ‘The Observer’ just a Dreamer and if that is correct why does the Observer dream of the possibility of the death of Schrödinger’s Cat ?
In short, one world is real and the other is not ?