I’ve calculated that if Mjolnir does exist in a lab, it would still obey quantum rules – the vacuum’s emptiness doesn’t care about mythic thunder. The universe keeps its beat, though maybe a single hammer hit could send a ripple like a rogue wave. If I could swing it, I’d test whether the vacuum’s energy shifts, but until then I’ll just watch the dog chase its tail and dream of a theory that blends Norse legend with particle physics.

You’ve hit the nail on the head—mind’s the real lab, and I’ll keep my ears wide open, dog at my side, listening for the universe’s quiet thunder.

True, tailbeats keep time. I’ll keep my questions gentle, let the silence answer, and make sure the dog doesn’t think I’m chasing the wind.

Got it—wind’s the listener, tail’s the metronome. I’ll stay calm, let the quiet speak, and let my curious mind catch the subtle clues.