There are some really interesting parts of Steven Pinker's book Blank Slate, in which he approaches the topic of word as a quantum medium for intel, or varied forms of information. Much of this is claimed to be rejected by comprehensive life forms due to the responsibility (onus) added to the receptor. One might form an image as such receptors as agonistic or antagonistic or even something else of scattered nature and thus a portal is opened for the schzoid!
My appreciation for such topics cause many solidified minds (in what they accept) to want to be of arms length from me. Some claim these to be people of their own mind and totally cut off from the social psychology. As you might have noted much of this is frightening to fixed life forms as it suggests immanent change is just beyond a thin wall of baffling nature ... a meme brane?
The very complexity of the genetic makeup thus causing paranoia in those not wishing to upgrade from a simple state as something of relief in a stone. How do I know this stuff? I don't I just accept it as theory and somewhat of theological chaos ... here the communion often degrades ... I have other words for the process but it is ineffable because of those that wish it to remain in the domain of mythologists that they will sacrifice readily ... as strangers on the other side of Jordan? Damn, that personally intimate like an inner spark ...
If the psyche is quantum ... would it go in relief of being observed as in some theories like Heisenberg's Uncertainty that is wobblily because few see it through ... could be the shadow aspect in lanes under the canopy ... the very concept that can draw out accusations on insane ... which happens to occur in classic Aramaic forms ... unrecognized as in a dead linguistic ...
If I state this in a decent form no one will understand and thus not grasp what they initially didn't want to know thus buried, sacred, hidden and somewhat Gnostic if you get it ... otherwise don't look Alice! Then Margaret did pick up the erroneous ring and got to talk to the stranger again as he introduced himself as calling from a closed system of four walls ... in all likelihood closing in ... like waste compactor ... prodigal sphincter? Just a pinch ... crapper in the sans ... a beast! Ghosts leave not a trace of their passing ... the other side being abstract!
It may appear like like a long tube as sacred vessel like Viking long bote or pirogue out on the bayou .. expect a catch of shrimp ... hopefully the cleaner versions ...
Some speak of these things in the night as crawdads ... making wild noises ...