Sunday, July 27, 2008

The Schrodinger's Cat






To all the known friends, the unknown friends and the yet to be known as friends out there. I just wanna say sorry for not being able to join the fun of blogging and the friendly spirit as well as the warm atmosphere of our small own circle of bloggers (in term of reading and commenting each others’ entries).
I’ve learned from Cakapaje (upon calling him a few days earlier and reading through his blog a while ago) that our fellow bloggers, Raden Galoh and Muha Aziz are having to undergo some medical treatment of some kind. It is therefore my sincere hope that they will be recovering real soon. With that, goes my prayers to Him that He shall bestow them both the speedy recovery needed and eventual good health.



And now the entry:

"The Dancing of Wu Li Masters" (in my last entry) refers to a book written by one Gary Zukav which attemps to explain Quantum Mechanics/Physics to the laymen and those who have no scientific background. (Gary himself is not a physicist but rather a writer on biblical subjects.)
Wu Li, in his book, suggests “patterns of organic energy” (as how physics is called Taiwan). In the introductory chapter, the author explained further that “wu” can either means “matter” or “energy” and “li” is a poetic word. Thus, “like a Wu Li master who would teach us wonder for the falling petal before speaking about gravity…”
Of course, this book is one of the many books I’ve read on discussions on the beauty of Quantum Physics (not textbooks on this discipline though.) It is my long personal journey in seeking the beauty of how God created the Universe and created/creates everything else from an entirely different perspective (which is supposedly to be explainable but in the end, even the field of Quantum Physics at its best surrenders to the unexplainable phenomena.)
Indeed, “God don’t play dice” as Einstein put it. One such unexplainable phenomena which challenges the very foundation of this science as represented by the Copenhagen Interpretation of Quantum Mechanics is put put forward by an Austrian/German physicit, Erwin Shrodinger.
In this entry, I would like to share this strange phenomena (which governs our existence) with my fellow friends. For this purpose and for ease of understanding, I shall now reproduce a writing on this subject by Dilip D’Souza of India:

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WHO is Schrodinger's cat? Arguably the world's most famous purely hypothetical feline. Never lived, but some say he's both dead and alive. At the same time. Ask your nearest physicist.

Erwin Schrodinger was a Nobel winning German physicist who died in 1961. The cat was part of a thought experiment he devised to explain one of the fundamental ideas of modern physics: Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle.

Shorn of jargon, the Uncertainty Principle says something very simple: the act of measuring something changes the result of that measurement. Heisenberg showed that simultaneously determining both the position of an electron and the speed at which it is moving is impossible. If you can measure its speed accurately, that measurement will itself make its location wildly uncertain. And vice versa.

Put another way, measurement decides the state of the electron.

This is not such an esoteric idea. Examples abound, and not just among electrons. Imagine an anthropologist visiting a remote tribal village to study its inhabitants. His very presence disturbs the villagers, who will behave differently with this stranger in their midst. So by simply observing, the anthropologist affects what he wants to observe; and thus can never hope to get a true picture of life there.

This is all very well with tiny particles nobody can see anyway, and maybe also with distant tribals. But what about everyday objects around us? What about, say, cats?

Well, that very question occured to Schrodinger. His famous thought experiment goes something like this. Let's say we have a sealed box with a cat in it. Also in the box is a device that can randomly emit marbles. In the course of a minute, the chances are exactly 50-50 that it emits one. If it does, the marble breaks a vial and releases a poisonous gas into the box. Kitty is instantly asphyxiated. Otherwise, nothing happens.

We put the box somewhere far away, where we have no way to tell what's going on inside it. Suppose we turn on the device for exactly one minute. Question: what happens to the cat?

It must seem like a trivial question. The answer is that we don't know. We cannot predict whether a marble was actually emitted. So we don't know if the cat is alive or dead.

But if we walk up to the box and open it to hear -- let's hope -- the loud miaow of a very puzzled cat, only then do we actually know that it has survived its uncertain ordeal.

Before then, the best we can say about the cat is the non-sequitur that it is either alive or dead. But that's not really such a non-sequitur. It is entirely consistent with the laws of physics to think of the cat, before we open its box, as being both alive and dead, with a probability of 50 per cent for each state. Here's the point of the experiment: our act of opening the box and observing the cat -- taking a measurement, in other words -- is what puts the cat definitely into one of those states.

Cat, alive.

So what's the point, you want to know. What's so earth-shaking about this cat shut in a box?

There are many points, actually: the effect of measurement, the idea of uncertainty, the fact of indeterminacy (of that, perhaps another time). But probably the deepest and yet simplest point is this interesting view of the world: reality takes shape only when, precisely when, we sense it. Until then, it's uncertain. That's the Principle.

The anthropologist gets a picture of tribal behaviour only when he actually observes them, even if that changes the way they behave. We really know the fate of that poor cat only when we open Schrodinger's box.

All of us have wondered on these lines. Is my image in a mirror really there if I cannot see the mirror -- if I've turned my back to it, for example? Does a tree falling in a forest make a sound, if nobody is there to hear it?

Is there reality without observation, existence without consciousness?

Schrodinger's cat showed that the laws of physics might answer that last question with "no". That may be too extreme a view for most people's tastes, people who believe reality surrounds them without needing to be looked at. Then again, Schrodinger's cat wasn't real himself.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

The Dancing of Wu Li Masters






Almost two Saturdays ago I was talking to some writers at the S.H. Alattas’s daughter garden wedding reception after a feast of sayur nangka and sambal tumis udang (among other things) when I noticed a young man on a wheelchair moving among the guests. I immediately excused myself and walked towards him, “Excuse me, brother, may I know your name if you don’t mind.”
He seemed taken aback by my sudden appearance but nevertheless tried to force a bewildered smile. “Im Moeha,” came the reply.
I knew it was him. I could recognize the face easily. He was wearing a bright scarlet polo shirt. Another young man who pushed the wheelchair Moeha was sitting on, was wearing an almost identical attire.
He asked for my name and told him I am Shirzad Lifeboat. There was joy in his eyes as we hugged each other.
I supposed life is like that. You could never tell whom you will meet in the future. For instance, I met Cakapaje as just another person who sat next to me (and who cares, just few exchanges of smiles and hi and the moment you step out of the vicinity, you’ll soon forget if such a meeting had actually taken place.)
But for the next few weeks, Cakapaje seemed to be behaving like an electron spinning about an atom (and I’m sure he must have thought of me in the same way but probably with a different analogy), because we kept on crossing into each other paths. Later we found out that we are connected in a certain way. But of course I’m not at the liberty to reveal how we are connected. But I can tell you, I’ve never met him all my life except on that occasion he mentioned in his blog entry.
Sorry. I could not write anymore. I don’t know what I was writing a while ago. I must be having this damned stream of conciousness. Let me light a cigarette. Okay. Lighted one. Took a single puff and blow the smoke above my head. Yeah. I am kind of slow at writing entries on my blog. I was juggling with time trying to drink, eat pizzas and even smoke a cigarette or two while diving underwater. Let me see what should I write now. I love cats. Just the other night I saw a homeless Bengal kitten running about near a coffee shop. Maybe I should write something about cats. But then I have not seen or talked to Cakapaje for a while. He has ceased to behave like an electron spinning about an atom. And so last night he called me to ask if I’m alright. The electron is back now. I told him I am a little busy with the endless things I needed to do and promised I’ll be writing my new entry some time next week. But today, I think I just have that small space of time which I can devote to this. Unfortunately, I’ve used that space to write this note. As such, the real entry needed to be postponed sine die.

P.S. Please ignore the title of this entry as it has no bearing with this entry but rather with the next one, which is about a strange cat and some strange men.