As some of you may know, I am not a stranger to waking up and discovering things that weren’t there when I went to sleep.
Well, it happened again yesterday (though this time there were, thankfully, no resins or artificial flavors involved). When I got out of bed and went to the dresser to choose clothing for the day, I found a black T-shirt that I had never seen before. It read, in white letters, “Schrödinger’s Cat Is Dead.” You will be no more surprised than I was to learn that the back read, “Schrödinger’s Cat Is Not Dead.”
I asked E.S. whether he had any idea how the shirt had gotten there; he said he didn’t (and it was way too small to fit him, so it couldn’t have been his anyway).
Perhaps I can extend the thought experiment so that the choices are “Chris Meloni Is Not Naked in My Bed” and “Chris Meloni Is Naked in My Bed.” Because then until Chris Meloni got out of my bed, he would be both naked and not naked, and I could enjoy the first Chris Meloni while ignoring the second.