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Quantum. 2
by J.B. Pick


At the First, and necessarily the Last, Intrer-Disciplinary Congress, held in UIan Bator at an unspecified date, a Theologian named Lars Porsena, Professor of Comparative Implication at Lohengrin University, seized the maverick physicist, Dr Quantum, by an available protuberance and shook him to and fro.

"You unmitigated scounder, " he bellowed, "What do you mean by drivelling incessantly on about Absence and Nothing? Everything is Something or it wouldn't be here, and neither would you! And if it isn't here, where is it? And what about God, the source of all things, eh. you heathen boundrel? Where IS God? Answer me at once, immediately and without delay, or by Jings I'll force you forth into the depressing drizzle! Do you hear me, you iniquitous outrage? "

As soon as Quantum had regained possession of his protuberance and his teeth had stopped rattling like bones in a box, he replied soberly, as befits a scholar of dubious repute:

"Your attack is well-merited, duII sage, and you shall know the results of my experimental postulations herewith. They are as follows: The mystery-essence in Nature, were it to be found, would reside not in Order but in Randomness. This means, of course, despite your ungentlemanly threat to nearby protuberances, that it is the Indefinable which makes freedom possible, and the Improbability or No-thing known as God will always have another card up its invisible and possibly nonexistent sleeve no matter what immaterial discoveries are theoretically made. So let us therefore rejoice, like leaves on a lamp-post." At that point he departed suddenly, like a Portuguese lizard.

"Aargh! Gack!" cried the Professor as he limped away in search of certainty and a cup of tea..



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