ਮੇਰੇ ਕੋਲ਼ ਇਕ ਬਿੱਲੂ ਏ, ਪਰ ਸਾਡੇ ਗਵਾਂਢੀ Schrödinger ਕੋਲ ਦੋ ਨ |

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Every story begins with a cat as the first movement of will; the decision to feed it, name it, or imagine it. Schrödinger’s cats, suspended between alive and dead are only concepts; they exist because no one decided. Leo exists because I did. The act of choosing collapses the wave function, a hesitation, and the Real begins when one possibility, bored of waiting, declares itself actual. That declaration is called free will.

Free will however, is not infinite freedom, but opposite of it. It is the first cat that enters the room and closes the door behind her. From that moment, every other cat, every unreal thought, every unwilled life stays outside (of the real). In choosing, the world selects its own boundary and becomes. The rest becomes memory, dream, philosophy.

Leo doesn’t need to be alive or dead. He needs only to be here, shedding fur on the idea of reality.

If this story has a thesis, it is that the real belongs to whoever decides first. The first thought, the first cat, the first ‘yes’ and all of it could be subject of judgment, regret or whatever. These are not beginnings but closures. Once they arrive, possibility ends, and a finite single story begins. What is thus real; appears. The rest of us, a theoretical possibility, try to remember how we agreed to this version of the reality.