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All that we see illusory, every assumption based on blind faith alone |
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On with the motley, bring it home |
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Everything's formed from particles, all that you see is a construction of waves |
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Hold onto both thoughts under general relativity, the cradle connected to the grave |
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Luminous aether dissipates, Michelson-Morley with a point to disprove |
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Millikan oil drops and the cargo-cult science evaporates, improbable physics on the move |
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Nearer and nearer, it's clear that in interference |
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What happens to patterns when matter shatters |
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Is wantonly quantum and nature's got some surprises in store right now |
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All that we are illusory, every observance based on physical law |
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Only a fool would think us ready to face with certainty all that our future's heading for |
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Nearer and nearer, it's clearer, we're only here for an eyeblink, a psychic mind trick |
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The proofs that we use are at best projections but let's hope they'll see us through |
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The interference patterns help us to know the gap between a simple "yes" and a "no" |
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The heart-felt beat that gets us ready to go |
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And, as above, we'll find out what is below the interference patterns |