(Interference → overlapping inclinations, not contradictory realities)
Further on, she came upon two tall gates opening onto a shimmering field. Through each gate danced shadows of possible trajectories—zigzags, arcs, spirals—all graceful, all incomplete.
As she walked toward the field, the shadows began to overlap, gently weaving a new pattern—not a chaos of options, but a coherent tapestry.
“What choreographs this dance?” she asked.
A soft voice replied:
Interference was no longer a battle of “wave vs particle,” nor paths contradicting themselves. It was simply the field’s internal disposition echoing through itself, patterns of readiness reinforcing or dampening one another.
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