Yesterday I received an email from a friend expressing an opinion that repudiated Quantum Mechanics.  For the majority of us this opinion is unremarkable, seeming irrelevant.  Quantum Mechanics is a field of esoteric mathematics describing the behavior of invisible forces that constitute material objects.  Field effects dance with improvisation, to support the visible superstructure which we touch and hold in our hands.  The math indicates the movement is probabilistic, not strictly predictable.

The email which I composed in reply was dispatched in haste.  Upon reflection I grant the outrageousness of the notion that every thing, upon one view, is a undulating flow of energy.  No doubt there are infinite angles-of-view of the matter, each in part true, each viewpoint short of the whole truth.  So, I regret my reply suggesting my position to deny, the denial of a quantum mechanical perspective.

This segment from Zhuangzi seems so:

How could anyone stand
by the side of the sun and moon,
and hold under his arm all space and all time?

(Such language only means that the sagely man) keeps his mouth shut,
and puts aside questions that are uncertain and dark;
making his inferior capacities unite with him in honoring (the One Lord).

Men in general bustle about and toil;
the sagely man seems stupid and to know nothing.
He blends ten thousand years together in the one (conception of time);
the myriad things all pursue their spontaneous course,
and they are all before him as doing so.

How do I know that the love of life is not a delusion?
and that the dislike of death is not like a young person’s losing his way,
and not knowing that he is (really) going home?

Li Ki was a daughter of the border Warden of Ai.
When (the ruler of) the state of Zin first got possession of her,
she wept till the tears wetted all the front of her dress.
But when she came to the place of the king, shared with him his luxurious couch,
and ate his grain-and-grass-fed meat, then she regretted that she had wept.

How do I know that the dead do not repent of their former craving for life?
Those who dream of (the pleasures of) drinking
may in the morning wail and weep;
those who dream of wailing and weeping
may in the morning be going out to hunt.
When they were dreaming they did not know it was a dream;
in their dream they may even have tried to interpret it;
but when they awoke they knew that it was a dream.

And there is the great awaking,
after which we shall know that this life was a great dream.
All the while, the stupid think they are awake,
and with nice discrimination insist on their knowledge;
now playing the part of rulers, and now of grooms.

I who say that you are dreaming am dreaming myself.

—Zhuangzi, chapt 2, The Adjustment of Controversies, trans. By James Legge