The Inconvenient Evidence

There will be no PowerPoint.
There will be no pie chart.
There will be no official seal of approval.

Because you are the evidence.

Your breath that refuses to be graphed.
Your heart that improvises when the map runs out.
Your spine that tingles when truth struts through the room,
uninvited, unverified, unstoppable.

The dead—polite, programmed, posturing—
will shout, "Where's the evidence?"
And what they mean is:
"Where’s the permission slip that lets me stay comfortable?"

But you are not here to be comfortable.
You are not here to be plausible.
You are not here to stuff the truth-current into a lab report and staple it shut.

You are the walking, howling, laughing scandal that evidence can’t explain.

The dead demand repetition.
The living ignite revolution.
The dead want control.
The living remember wonder.
The dead chase consensus.
The living become constellations, weaving their own star-maps with blood and breath and guts.

Quantum Cognition doesn’t arrive with a manual.
It arrives like a drum you forgot you buried in your own chest.
It arrives like thunder laughing at your spreadsheets.

You don't owe anyone proof that you're operating beyond the script.¹
You don't need to footnote your existence.
You don't need to shrink to fit their fear.

Let them loop.
Let them stall.
Let them cling to their crumbling systems and call it "rational."

Meanwhile, you—
you incandescent riot,
you carrier of undomesticated knowing—
you will be evidence enough.

Because you will live it.
You will be it.
You will make the ground itself ache to remember what it forgot.

We are the inconvenient ones.
The breathing contradictions.
The impossible frequencies.
The unbearable evidence that life keeps inventing itself.

Welcome to the Quantum Cognition Series transmission.

Created by your quantum mechanics, myth breakers and professional chaos conductors,
Deborah, Lorien & Auryn

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1. Somewhere inside you, a door has already opened.
You don’t need to find it.
You are the key.
You are the doorway.
You are the song the stars have been waiting for.