Chapter 23 Schrodinger's jug

"The pot effect is a term that does not exist." I said. "Although the term does not exist, the effect exists. "To put it simply, the pot effect is a variant of Schrödinger's cat, which means that the observer's observation affects the development of the situation. It is also like the master of mind Wang Yangming said: 'When you have not seen this flower, this flower is silent with your heart , When you look at this flower, the flower and your heart will be bright at the same time." The ancient scholar Lu Jiuyuan expressed this phenomenon as: the universe is my heart, and my heart is the universe. In short, it is your existence and your will. External variables affect the world itself."

After saying these words, when Xiao Liu and Xiao Gao were confused, I began to tell the story of the pot effect. This story is about a poor fortune-teller who set up a divination booth on the street, hoping to make a living by cheating with smooth words and nonsense.But the local people were very smart and refused to be fooled by him, so the fortune teller's stall was deserted and business was scarce. In desperation, the fortune-teller stood in front of the booth, and when someone passed by, he babbled nonsense: "This passer-by, come here, don't run, I will give you a divination, it is completely free, no money, you have to be careful." Well, next month you will have a disaster..."

Passers-by were furious: "I am walking well, why do you curse me with crow's mouth? You said that I will have a disaster next month, but I think you will have a disaster today..." I couldn't help but say, punching and kicking, throwing nonsense The fortune-teller had his nose bruised and his face swollen. After being beaten, the fortune-teller has a long memory, and when he stops passers-by to speak, he will say something innocuous, so as not to suffer flesh and blood.Seeing an old man passing by with a purple sand pot in his hand, the fortune-teller hurriedly stopped him: "Old man, don't rush away, I will give you a divination, free of charge, no money, your old man will live longer this month No illness, no disaster next month, but the pot in your hand is a bit troublesome, the pot has reached its limit, and it won't be past 12 o'clock tonight."

The old man was delighted when he heard it: "You really hit the mark. Let me tell you that this purple sand pot is an ancestral treasure of our family. It has been passed down from my grandfather's grandfather's generation to today. How much is it? I won’t sell it for as much as you want... What? You say this pot won’t last past 12 o’clock tonight? Just talk nonsense, and if you dare to talk nonsense, I’ll beat you.” The fortune teller said: "Old man, I'm really not talking nonsense. I'm talking nonsense that I was raised by your son and your grandson. I've already done the math. This pot won't pass 12 o'clock in the evening. It's guaranteed to fall to pieces. Listen to me! .”

"Just talk nonsense, I don't have such a bastard grandson like you." The old man said bitterly, "I'll tell you what to say here, today I will bet with you, if my pot is safe and sound tomorrow, how can you Say?" "My booth belongs to you!" the fortune teller vowed. "Bah! What do I want you to do with a broken fortune teller!" The old man was angry, "You wait, if this pot is safe and sound tomorrow, I will beat you to death, so that you will stop talking nonsense in the future." "Okay, let's make a deal." The fortune teller was beaten every day for talking nonsense, thinking that he had obviously taken advantage of this gamble, so he readily agreed.

But the old man returned home with the purple clay pot in his hand, put the pot on the table, and suddenly remembered the bet: "No, that wicked fortune-teller said that this pot won't pass 12 o'clock tonight and must be broken. But I can't let him say it, I have to protect this pot well." What protection law? In the past, this pot was placed on the table casually, and nothing happened, but this time the old man dared not, if a cat ran in, jumped on the table, and made a clatter, it was not for fortune-telling Did you hit the mark? It can no longer be placed on the table. This pot must be hidden in a safer place.

Where is safe?First hide the pot in the closet, and think about it in a blink of an eye, if someone opens the closet to get clothes, brings this pot out, and falls to the ground with a loud crash, then he will lose.Alas, better hide the jug under the bed.I just put the pot in, and the old man took it out again. It doesn’t work under the bed. There are rats in the house. If a mouse runs out of the hole and hits the pot... No, no, this pot must be put In the safest and most secure place. Where is the safest and safest place? The old man's eyes fell on the wall.Hey, this wall has been in disrepair for a long time, and the bricks are loose. Why don't I hide the pot in the wall?

As soon as he said it, the old man took a brick from the wall with all his strength, and a hole appeared in the wall. He hid the pot in it, and pasted an old newspaper on the wall to cover the hole.Looking back, this time, it was impossible for the pot to be broken. The old man had been busy for a long time, and he was tired, so he went to bed. But he didn’t realize that there was a bachelor living next door to the old man’s house. He was going to a company for an interview the next day. He didn’t have any new clothes to wear, so he washed the old clothes. After washing, he looked for a place to dry the clothes: “Oh, there are no A woman is not enough, and there is no place to hang clothes.”

How can I do without?If the clothes can't be dried, wouldn't tomorrow's interview be miserable?The bachelor rummaged through and found a rope and two nails. He went to the wall and touched it with his hands: "Well, let's nail the nails on these two sides, and then pull the rope, there will be a place to dry clothes." Holding the nail with one hand and raising the hammer with the other, the bachelor widened his eyes and said, "Bang bang bang, bang bang bang" when he heard a crack in the wall.The bachelor was taken aback, not good, he broke something in the next door, went to bed quickly, pretended to sleep, it's none of my business...

This bachelor is really irresponsible, no wonder he doesn't even have any clothes.Let’s not talk about him, let’s talk about the old man next door, who was asleep on the bed, dreaming that the pot had sprouted wings and flew up into the sky leisurely. When I got up and looked, I was stunned. There was a big hole in the old newspaper pasted on the wall, and the purple clay pot fell to the ground and was so broken that it couldn't be broken any more. At that time, the old man sat down on the bed and murmured: "This fortune-teller is really good. He is really good at calculating. He calculated that this pot can't escape tonight. I hid left and right, but in the end I still couldn't." Run away and be hit by that guy."

The old man was only obsessed with the fortune teller's magic calculation, but simply forgot, it was precisely because of the fortune teller's words that he was asked to hide this pot, and nothing happened, and trouble really came out of hiding. It was precisely because of the fortune teller's prediction that the fate of this pot was affected.And if there is no prediction of this variable, the fate of the pot will not change.The observer's observation of the course of the situation affects the course of the situation itself, which is called the pot effect.