A short discourse on the relationship between conscious thought and the effects of quantum observation.
One upon the time, the was a litlle small named Jerome. Jerome was born with a special power, he was stronger than all his classmates at the sonic fighting academy. Jerome was so much stronk that his parents tould to him "Jerome, you are the fucking STRONG" and he was the fucking STRONG. There are of course many ways to describe the events that were soon to unfold, but the best description may be that we are all a little small on the inside. UNLESS we were actually a little BIG! Haha, didn't see that coming, did you Jerome? You are the little, but we are big! But wait, cause jerome was like "Fuck your" and he beeted me so bad that I was betted. Unfortunately, the revelation that his mother had passed away had left him open for the stinging blow that struck him across the face. Blood, leaking from a ruined nose, flowed in streams toward the cold and frosted ground. The precious lifeblood that flowed through all who live had been spilt, and Jerome wuz liek "oh shuck" Which was like shit, but also fuck.
But then the nuclear happened, and the upper class of the American society began to regret their rampant consumerism. The greed that fuelled their every action had finally been repaid in full, and all that was left was a sea of ash and flame. Or aT least thas what the Govermen want you to believe. I Donnut believe you" Jerome said to the Ukrainian resistance fighters, and he unleashed the power of the fucking STRONG™. But once more his strength proved to be a curse, as his biceps swelled with a dark power he did not understand. Letting loose a torrent of the fucking STRONG™, Jerome started hallucinating so as to believe that the theme of the final boss of Dark Souls I had begun to play. A melancholic wave of piano notes washed over those present, and a feeling of tragic peace filled all who heard. The tragic nature of man was laid bare for all to see, and those who once sought conflict realized that such things were born of our innate inability to understand that we are not the center of the world around us. Strange then that the our observations have been shown to influence the world around us. Take, for instance, the quantum zeno effect, which states that frequent observations to an unstable particle will result in it never decaying. This goes against all that is known of conventional physics, yet even more so it puts our place in the universe into perspective. Merely observing something allows you, of all factors that go into a closed system, to influence the world around you in ways you can not even perceive.
Odd that things aren't always as they appear, given that we place so much trust in our most used sense. Why would we believe our sight had lied to us? Well, it is not one's eyes that deceive, but rather it is the mind that chooses ignorance over a harsh reality.
BUT THEN JEROME WAS A FIGGAT, and he was supre dumb an shit for ever.