Abracadabra

Disappearing is not easy. It is, in fact, a Herculean task. It is a task better suited to an army of clerks, accountants, and experienced boat people. Aside from being very difficult, it is also relatively expensive. One might imagine that disappearing would be a bit less stressful and exhausting than the relentless struggle of every day life, but it is not so.

Nonetheless, I shall soon do just this--I shall soon disappear--and quite without the use of trap doors, smoke and mirrors, black capes, magic phrases, or a beautiful assistant in high heels and black nylons. Well, I take that back. I will in fact have the help of the beautiful assistant.

Having disappeared, I shall then pop up elsewhere, and by elsewhere I do not mean from behind the nearby curtain, nor in the mouth of the lion, nor from beneath the drape on the table--no, resurrections such as these are all too common. Rather you will find me (or rather I shall find myself) on the other side of the world--not instantly, and not in a blinding flash, and yet sudden nonetheless, of a sudden just there, an astounding product of space and time in as far as these involve distance and displacement.

Physicists of the modern day have discovered a strange phenomenon that would seem to be active at the most essential level of existence itself, the very machine than runs the cosmos, and everything, and everyone in it. In short, and without explicative particulars (for I do not understand them), electrons, which are always in pairs, are perfectly complimentary. The action of the one determines the action of the other, they communicate, and apparently they do so instantaneously. You cannot force them not to do so. Moreover, no degree of separation can ever separate them. If one electron somewhere around the center of the Milky Way turns right, its other member, though it be floating about in the Andromeda galaxy, turns left. One rotates clockwise, the other counterclockwise. It is quite impossible, and yet quite true.

Now we are the creative force behind all this, we individual human beings. There is nothing that happens until it is observed to happen, nor can it happen without being actuated by observation. It is all about us after all. We live in a biocentric universe.

We are part therefore but separate. We are here and yet we are not. And if one thing vanishes, or so it seems, then the other must surely appear.