**The act of writing is like the collapse of a quantum waveform.** So many things are in your mind, interacting with each other, unsaid. Many truths — some at odds with others — *could* be spun into a thread. But whatever you write crystallizes as *the* story. The other ephemera die.

Since speech is serial, it’s hard to portray the composite quality of real-time motivations, perceptions, emotions, impulses, sentiments, choices, …. I’ve heard that Chinese poetry can multi-track — and perhaps many great writers can — but not me.

**Quantum Quacks**

Even Roger Penrose was roundly mocked for suggesting that quantum interactions in the brain relate to free will. Going the other direction, *What the bleep do we know?* draws several intellectually limp conclusions from quantum mechanics, e.g. that QM implies the possibility of telekinesis. (I would say that the authors must have leapt to conclusions from blurbs & pamphlets, except that Niels Bohr and Wolfgang Pauli also took spiritualistic and parapsychological views on QM.)

So it would seem that connections between QM and psychology are limited to quackery.

**Metaphor**

However, QM is just an abstract mathematical theory. You don’t have to plug physical parameters into the formalism. In that sense you can **abscond the superposition-and-collapse metaphor** out of the subatomic realm where it was invented and apply it to other things — like thought.

In other words, you don’t have to talk about *quantum* superposition. You can talk about emotional superposition, opinion superposition, mood superposition, colour superposition (like, are these images green? red? blue? 1 2 3 4 5), personality superposition, guilt superposition, … and more.

If I say: “I had a superposition of thoughts during the bear attack which collapsed into a 1-D sequence when I told the story,” that is valid.

It’s neither *what-the-bleep* nor relying on quantum effects on my brain. I just appropriated the mathematical metaphor of superposition and the mathematical metaphor of collapse, to express how I can’t *really* tell you the whole story of the bear attack, and how the telling perverts the story itself.