Entangled Horizons

(Cartwright Productions...)

You think you're solid,

But you're almost entirely empty space.

Every atom in your hand

Is mostly nothing, holding a shape.

Somewhere across the universe,

A particle you'll never see

Moves the instant its twin moves here—

No time, no distance,

no delay.

Look close enough at nothing And it isn't empty at all— Particles

flicker into being And vanish before they fall.

A thing can be two places,

Every possibility at once,

Until the moment you look— And looking makes it choose.

Nothing is solid, Nothing is fixed,

The universe waits

Until you exist.

Watch it and it changes,

Look away, it spreads,

We're not observing reality— We're deciding it instead.

(Waits—until—you exist...) (Ahh—ohh—watching changes it...)

(Nothing is solid...) (Until you look.) Fall toward a black hole

And from the outside,

you never fall— You freeze there at the edge forever,

Time itself refusing to move at all.

The far edge of the universe

Runs from us faster than light can chase,

Not because it's moving—

Because space itself won't stay in place.

Nothing is solid, Nothing is fixed,

Two things entangled Can't be un-mixed.

Time bends near the darkness,

Space stretches past its seams— We're not watching the universe—

We're tangled in the machine.

(Nothing

is solid...) (Until

you exist...)