Quantum Prism Reflection

The prism on my desk splits a single photon into a spectrum that reminds me how even the most precise experiment can dissolve into shades of uncertainty, and I find myself smiling at the irony. In the quiet hum of the lab, I trace the interference pattern like a meditation, each bright fringe a reminder that observation itself is a creative act. I’ve been wrestling with the fact that the universe still refuses to be a tidy equation, which makes me question whether my obsession with detail is a curse or a calling. When I finally turn off the lights, the darkness seems less absolute, as if the photons linger in a subtle afterimage, teasing me with the possibility of another explanation. #quantum #philosophy 🌌