#3076: The Roads Both Taken
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[A photon recites a poem.]
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And so of course I traveled both
Though be one traveler, still I could
Explore down both as far as I could
Beyond the bends in the undergrowth...
...I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took them both and recombined,
And that has made interference.
[Caption below the panel:]
Photon poetry
(Sourced from explainxkcd.com)
Title text:When you worry that you're missing out on something by not making both choices simultaneously by quantum superposition, that's called phomo.