Compartmentalized
How long do you keep the cat in the box
After you're certain he's dead?
There's always the chance we might hear a meow
Despite all the hope that has fled
To open the box is to end any doubt
And set the way forward in stone
To shoulder the blame for what we have done
And for which we may never atone
But there's always that chance the cat isn't dead
As long as the box remains closed
That all of our sins may yet be expunged
And the cat safely roused from repose
So how long do we keep the cat in the box
And pray that he may not be dead?
How long do we hold to hope's bitter lie
And treasure the tears left unshed?
~Tonin, December 4 2017
Leave 'em long enough, the problem solves itself. Or does it?
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And then if you beam the boxed and possibly dead cat through a Star Trek teleporter, is it the same cat that appears at the other end, or just a clone? Does the distinction both matter and not matter if we aren't sure that the cat's dead? What does this suggest about the nature of the soul?!?
Alternate comment: "Easy there, Schrödinger."