Schrödinger's Thread

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This thread is still discovering itself, but I believe it has the potential to be among the most groundbreaking spaces in the history of the internet. A collaborative exercise in postmodern shitposting, a shared experiment testing the boundaries separating reality and fiction, a place of confusion, wonder, merriment and delight. It is a very special place that cannot be fully explained, only experienced. Indeed, some argue that this thread doesn't even exist at all, and that you are not even reading these words. I believe such critics are both right and wrong. Ultimately, the truth of this thread remains shrouded in the mists of our mutual apprehension, and we understandably recoil from its alien (although undeniably beguiling) nature. But we must forge ahead through the fog of our bewilderment. We must continue our exploration and uncover the mysteries of this bizarre and beautiful place.
I believe the contents of this thread aren't even determined until you read it. Until you read it, the thread is only a probability field of things that might be written, but it is the act of reading it that crystalizes the reality of what it says.
 
People keep asking, "What is the meaning behind this thread?"

Or they ask, "What kind of posts should I be making here?"

Some even ask, "Does this thread really even exist at all?"

But truly, these are the wrong questions. The only question you should be asking is...



And you may ask yourself, "How do I work this?"And you may ask yourself, "Where is that large automobile?"And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house"And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful wife"

 
While performing my forum rounds I came to lock this thread up for the night, only to discover an enormous purple tiger blocking my path. I cautiously inquired as to his intentions, fearing he might pounce upon me at any moment, but was relieved when he answered me in a polite and relaxed tone.

"Just here to peruse Schrödinger's Thread," he said in a dignified British accent (my practiced ears suspect he was educated at Eton). He then smiled awkwardly, baring his frightening fangs in the process, before producing a copy of Ace Ventura: Pet Detective on DVD, which he held in his massive paw and thrust toward me in offering.

"Have a look at this film and let me know what you think," he said, winking slightly.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have a DVD player," I replied cautiously.
"That's okay. Here, why don't you also take this DVD player," he said, retrieving a Panasonic PV-D4752 DVD-VCR combo from his waistcoat pocket.
"Very well," I sighed, accepting the cumbersome old device and folding it up and placing it in my wallet next to the picture of Hakeem Olajuwon I always keep there.

Finding nothing amiss about the situation, I tipped my hat in farewell and continued my rounds.
 
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