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Schödinger’s Kobe

food for thought

Schrödinger’s Kobe

Before I lift the lid, the Kobe is both here and not here.
It is marbled and it is not marbled.
It is tender and it is not tender.
It is flavor and it is no flavor.

The beef does not know whether it will be devoured or admired, seared or spared.
It exists in a superposition of possibility
l am both
eater and observer.
Until the moment the lid rises, the kobe ls infinite.