I'll have the Sirloin with a Side of Quantum Reality

The way the world...IS.  That's the definition of quantum reality. 

To this I put my thumb to ths tip of my nose, fingers extended upward, waggling back and forth, tongue protruding, and I blow the proverbial raspberry...pppttthhhbbbt. 

I think the world is what WE...make of it.  This is going to get thick before it gets clear.  Try to keep up.

Scientists don't seem to have a singular view of life 'as it is.' Instead they seem to have 8...yes, 8 ideas of "quantum reality." These eight views of reality are each different. Yet all are considered valid, or at least successful in terms of explaining experiments.

And here they are for your digestion:

• There is no deep reality.
• Reality is created by observation.
• Reality is an undivided wholeness.
• Reality consists of a steadily increasing number of parallel universes.
• The world obeys a non-human kind of reasoning.
• The world is made of ordinary objects.
• Consciousness creates reality.
• The world is twofold, consisting of potentials and actualities.

Blah...blah...blah.
They call this whole shootin' match...'Common Sense Science.'  The majority of leading modern physicists seriously believe the first view; "There is no deep reality" and claim that there is no objective reality.  For them, 'physics is not physical, but ....metaphysical.' 

And with a little 'ting' of my ghanta bells, I have slipped into a parallel universe. My head hurts in this universe.  But, I hang out because it must have something for me to learn.

Let me introduce you to a man named Erwin Shrodinger.  Shrodinger, back in 1935,  placed a cat, along with a closed flask containing a poison, in a sealed box shielded against environmentally induced quantum decoherence (outside influences to you and me.)
If an internal Geiger counter detected radiation, the flask shattered, releasing the poison that would kill the cat.  One interpretation, the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics, implies that after a while, the cat is simultaneously alive and dead. Yet, when we look in the box, when we open the box, we see the cat either alive or dead, not a mixture of alive and dead.  Are ya' still with me?

At the time Schrodinger created the experiment it was often said in physics that an 'intelligence' was required to collapse the probabilities in QM.  This view was taken to the extent that one prominent physicist stated that 'the moon is not there if nobody is looking.'  Again, I blow the raspberry.
Schrodinger's cat is an attempt to show the stupidity of this view.
You can reduce the experiment to nonsense by suggesting, for example that if the experiment is filmed and the film is stored and only looked at a week later, does the probability collapse then...or when it was filmed!!?
AND WHAT HAPPENS IF NO ONE EVER WATCHES THE FILM?  IS THE POOR CAT SUSPENDED FOREVER?   PLEASE!!   SOMEONE...ANYONE, FOR THE LOVE OF THE DEITY THESE NERDS DON'T BELIEVE IN, OPEN THE BOX AND CHECK ON THE CAT!

I took just enough Quantum Physics in college to hold my own in a conversation, but not to really know what I'm talking about.

But, I think I can I can decipher this whole verschränkung. That's a joke.  Look it up.

Sometimes we have choices to make.  Tough ones.  Simple ones.  Sometimes we get to make them with other people.  But, usually we have to make them alone.  And sometimes...we don't make them.  It's rather scary to think that making the choice, might just kill the cat.  Understand what I'm saying here?  For someone like me, it's easy to open the box and determine the state of the cat.  My curiosity, if you'll allow, forces me to open the box and gaze upon the cat.  My need for clarity, context and definition insists upon it. 
I think inherently, we all want to know 'what's up' with the cat.  We can't NOT look at the moon to see if it's there. 
Make the choice.  Take the plunge. Man up.  Is it a new relationship?  A new job?  A move to a new city or state?  Maybe it's just a choice as to how you'll have your sirloin cooked.  Just choose.  You can do it.  The choice is only made when we open the box. 
Sort of a non-quantum mechanics, 'pee or get off the pot.'  Forgive me.  I was actually raised in a barn. 

Speaking of barns, I take my sirloin medium rare...and you?