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["A.W.T." <Ti@fa-kuan.muc.de>]

 I'd like to share a friend's poem with you:     

      Schroedinger's Cat:

      Supine on the carpet in a twitching dream,
      purring over Special Kitty
      or pawing spider's on the windowsill,
      who'd have guessed
      your slightly bulging, furry frame
      is built entirely 
      out of question marks?

      At least one person had this figured out:
      Lewis Carroll had you melt away
      bequeathing as your calling-card
      the vestige of a knowing grin
      acknowledging
      that cats, spiders, people, everything
      solid and dependable 
      are simply fragments of a cosmic smile.

      So let's all cheer up and remind ourselves
      how intolerable we'd find the world
      without the shadow of uncertainty
      and, all in all, it's time to celebrate
      that God in his infinite random wisdom
      decided to play dice.

Mike Farman

.aulun.