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I Think we should keep the answer as simple as the question.

"The question, then: Is Schrödinger's Cat meant to be taken at all physically?"

No, that experiment, if practiced as described, was a violation of the respect for animal life and so unethical and forbidden by any scientific paradigm.

Second: The Copenhagen Interpretation is in disfavor of the most advanced Theoretical Physicists. There are actually basically four theories respected by the most advanced Physicists and Cosmologists, because, as you know, after admission of Higgins Field, Dark Matter and Dark energy, as well as Quantum Gravity most cosmological questions related to the Standard Model are in a state of suspension. Apparently there is no doubt about the existence of a Universal Wave Function, which came into a central role after solved the so called problem of duality wave-particle, the concept of quantum entanglement, quantum tunneling and the measurement problem.

The Three families of quantum particles plus Higgins boson are a satisfactory base for Quantum Mechanics.

To answer your question, these are subatomic interactions, and nothing at a macroscopic level has changed much since Newtonian Physics. Bohr-Rutherford model is not object of teaching, and educational systems are incorporating the model of probabilistic orbitals and using concepts as superposition and entanglement.

The Cat is overestimated. Experts talk over and over about the poor animal, but as image, an explanation of the wave function collapse.

It cannot be measured, that way we don't know about the cat. Opening the Box mean measuring the wave function. While that box is closed there is superposition, so the description of the cat as dead and alive. After you open the box, after the collapse of the wave function, the question is either or, death or alive.

It is practically possible to kill or not a Cat by application of that principle.

Today, there are applications that solve that question by connecting to a remote lab, and you are free to apply the result to your diner or to your investment on funds or futures.

So, IT is not to be taken physically.

Although people say that the author of the proposal, actually was not a cat guy. Its like the just so story by Rudyard Kipling about "The Cat That Walked By Himself" Historically cats have been persecuted. But that time is over.

in Sci-fi Literature, there is a case, for example, in a series of beautiful Novels By Dan Simmons that began with "Hyperion" and end with "The Rise of Endymion" were the protagonist is closed in a  Schrodinger's cat little satellite as a form of punishment, in a low orbit awaiting the end in a state of life and death if you follow the Copenhagen Interpretation. Do not worry, he lived to tell the tale.

Uma verdade é mais nociva que mil mentiras.
E tudo é pior  do que aquilo que cada dia me tiras.
E ao tirar, me dás todo este poder que por morse te responde.

Ou não

Oh just world of founding fathers
Never such destiny was your doing
Such melancholy, the demise of others!

Cities thriving on the work of brothers
Citizens usurping the spirit of migrants,
Oh, just world of Founding Fathers, 

Hatred posts, Grey fake news,
We're all blind, no world views
Such melancholy, the demise of others!

We need free higher education,
Oh free Nation, don't you have devotion?
Oh just world of Founding Fathers,

How come all the world laughing at us,
And we disoriented with all this fuzz?
Such melancholy, the demise of others!

From old Europe people dream
Of an America free of unlawful sin
Oh world of Founding Fathers,
Such melancholy, the demise of Others!

Acordei vivo, sem reclamar, pronto para um dia
Que se o permitir,
As ondas a bater, o mar a bramir
Perdido em ti, subjugado e agradado
Na tua presença
Ser uma grande voz, vai doer a cabeça
Não é de pensar, é de cantar e sentir.

sudo apt install net-tools

Cantar, cantei commits falhados,
Admirei a competência alheia,
Fui maltratado na vendetta de morte
Votada por algoz, cuja mesquinhez
Me entristece, apequena, encolhe,
Cada desejo, peau de chagrin,
Foice que escolhe a hora do escolhido.

Já me importei, amarfanhado, malfadado.

Agora, enquanto literalmente baixo calhau
Que imensa falta, me retire o sexo da vista,
Triste dar importância à saudade de visita,
À raiva que transborda,
A quem não mais se avista,
A cujo ato tão sublime hoje se tem ódio, 

E tanto amor e respeito pelas pessoas 

Meus companheiros de leito e secretária 

Que é o palco da ação do panfletário, 

A beleza que se considera

A articulada conclusão da ciência 

Realizada pela mão editorial da excelência. 


Ter alma lavada
Alma vazia e vadia
Que julga ir ter um dia

E, decepcionada
Se reconhece como condenada.

No lover, red wrath,
Kin pushed away, dark path,
Anvil as a chest,
Or anvil over my heart.
Embraceable you.
Empty dirty bed.
Great trash wall
Polluted mind, fetid air, wonderwall. 
Your psychology won't succeed, undone deed.

Hard strong feelings, sepulcher,
As consistently coherent as a hill,
Falling over a mountain, not still,
Stronger than carbon steel, mad wheel.
A glacier breaking into the dark blue sea.
A demise, an implosion silenter than thee. 

Beyond myself there is certainly me,
Loving prostitute whithout fee.

The translucent sky, the light green sea, life untamed.

Caminho no precário equilíbrio de não cair
E passar a estratosfera e morrer na espera. 

Milagres, diário eremita, Saudita heterodoxo,
Um coxo não se define nas pernas,
Assim como os copos não têm pegas
E as canecas com vaquinhas todas quebradinhas
Remetem a reminiscência parasita
Para os undone do passado servido de prato rachado
Sempre repristinado, passado malvado, futuro desalento,
Instante momento
Um provento de sagacidade
Alusão como aluvião
Que desce o Volga da revolta do rebelde
A conformidade o medo e a cidade,
O campo, o céu os daffodils mils.
Campos, horizontes de salgueiros vergados
Restolhada imaginada que aqui não se faz nada
Recita-se a poesia do outros assassina-se a nossa,
Nado morto, verso torto,
E caminho sozinho sem dinheiro para comprar vinho, broa e azeitonas
E as gargalhadas ecoam
E as atitudes destoam

Os ditos findam na raiva da indiferença que é minha registada pertença
Condição de oponibilidade a terceiros
Oponho a certeza do meu amor,
Maior do que tudo o que me puderem opor
Amor sem objecto, à toa à espera do porto
Recorrentes caís demolidos, horizontes perdidos?
Sim e não, não voltem iguais, troquem-se com os demais
Que eu saí, piso o caminho das pedras, vereda do que te quebras.

Quando o verão chegar estarei invernal e descolorido.
Na rotação da galáxia, isso está decidido.
Se é uma outra falácia, não digo.
Pensem vcs, cabeças de bagre, batina de padre
Plenas de citações, vazias de amor excepto o amor normal.
Não tenho nada normal normalmente para amar
Estou no espectro de Asperger?

Neni, my specter is a ghost of the cosmic to nanoscale, 
A real gale, do you inhale?

Nada fica.
Fica nada.
Pica danada,
Cabeça passada.

I am going to abandon Defoe 

Not Friday, although I hate him. 

Maybe I'll cut his throat, one simple cut

Like making a T-bone

Maybe I'll have to postpone.

Hoje é dia do trabalho.
Nos EUHá
Onde caí, o meu orvalho,

A fucking pouring gale force rain,
Tainted with blood and a grain of disdain.
Um orvaho do caralho.