. . .aka, the doldrums. Could be weather-related – these are the dog days after all – or it could be a delayed reaction to the msm-generated hysteria over the national debt, or really any example of the mind-numbingly boring political posturing that has replaced a national dialogue, but an overwhelming lethargy suddenly descended, The cure for this is patience and an acute awareness of the elements, much like a sailor watches, day after day, for the tiniest luff in the mainsail.
The doldrums, btw, are that place near the equator where the winds of the northern hemisphere bump up against the winds of the southern hemisphere and everything goes quite still. Much dreaded by sailors in the olden days.
To escape them, let’s celebrate Erwin Schrödinger, an unlikely Irishman, born on this date in 1887. Winner of the Nobel for physics in 1933 for the Schrödinger equation, he was one of the fathers of quantum mechanics and a friend of Einstein’s. He left Germany in 1939 and accepted Eamon de Valera’s invitation to start an Institute of Advanced Studies in Dublin; he stayed 17 years and became a naturalized citizen.
He is no doubt an icon of the scientific community, but to the rest of us he is best known for the paradox called ‘Schrodinger’s cat,’ an inexplicably popular metaphor he created to describe the essence of quantum theory. Here it is: