I think the statement “we create what we imagine” is not just a philosophical statement, or something a life coach would say to a client.
Ask any physicist and he would tell you that laws of physics describe everything around us; even complex species like us are bound to and a result of some very fundamental physical law(s). [what exactly are these physical law(s) is perhaps still to be written in the language of mathematics eventually]
I think a physicist would not disagree with me saying that even complex machinery of our brain is bound to and a result of some very fundamental physical law(s). Therefore imagination which is a derivative of our brain must also be subject to physical law(s).
then the fact that I can imagine myself teleporting hundreds of miles away implies that laws of physics must allow for such an event to occur.
Agree? disagree? let me know. Or if there is an anomaly in my derivation that I am not seeing let me know
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We employ ultrafast pump-probe spectroscopy with photocurrent readout to directly probe the dynamics of a single hole spin in a single, electrically tunable self-assembled quantum dot molecule formed by vertically stacking InGaAs quantum dots. Excitons with defined spin configurations are initialized in one of the two dots using circularly polarized picosecond pulses. The time-dependent spin configuration is probed by the spin selective optical absorption of the resulting few Fermion complex. Taking advantage of sub-5 ps electron tunneling to an orbitally excited state of the other dot, we initialize a single hole spin with a purity of >96%, i.e., much higher than demonstrated in previous single dot experiments. Measurements in a lateral magnetic field monitor the coherent Larmor precession of the single hole spin with no observable loss of spin coherence within the ~300 ps hole lifetime. Thereby, the purity of the hole spin initialization remains unchanged for all investigated magnetic fields.
Beyond the fervor of the tide
I tried to find, I tried to find
my distant lover’s prophetic eyes
hid neath’ the silver-wrought skies
of yesterday’s afternoon
and my sorrow, my sorrow
has filled the hour with nights of June
stuck between the arrogance of Summer
and the longing of tomorrow
nestled in your loving embrace
without the fears I always face.