Schrodinger's Cat

I love paradoxes.

When I try to think of a paradox

I feel that I can find

nothing, something, and everything

all at once.

Like Schrodinger's cat in the box

neither dead or alive

as am I.

The existence of life, 

the everything,

cannot exist without absence,

the nothing,

as black would not exist without white.

Each question, 

each millisecond spent in the box

is something.

A million somethings have passed

since this thought was even introduced. 

The words you read

each are something;

the entirety of the stanzas

is everything,

and this all

means absolutely nothing. 

Author's Note

No, the meter is not consistent. Yes, it's supposed to be that way.

Reviews

[NeiL ArandA]

The wisest man who had everything also arrived at the same paradox - vanity. He searched and pondered the meaning and purpose of life by going up. While many of us who have been pierced by these thirst harm ourselves with unimaginable pain and sorrow by climbing the ladder of success. Another man whom much wiser than the first and the poorest by worldly standard found purpose and meaning in life by going down. He arrived at the same paradox - eternity.

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Very clever write well done - ATC

[Marc Hamel]

very witty! i enjoyed it exceedingly. language is for communication, and this poem communicated to me a billion milliseconds of amusement, and a practically speaking useless thought, so really, you cant claim its nothing, maybe useless,(as most art is to the purely practical) but not nothing.

[Elisa]

Ah existentialism! It's such an interesting topic to explore, and a difficult one to discuss in poetry. The last stanza is especially strong. It feels like "bam" right in the feels at the very end. Great job!