Quantum Mechanics. The Theoretical Minimum Link

I felt the "Theoretical Minimum" of my own existence: a heart rate, a memory of a friend, and the math that held the atoms of my body in a tightly bound dance .

When I finally opened my eyes, the world was singular again. The mug was just a mug. The door was just a door. But as I walked to my car, I didn't check the rearview mirror. I knew better than to look too closely at where I’d just been. Quantum mechanics. The theoretical minimum

"It’s not everything," Art had told me before the accident. "It’s just what you need to survive. The bare essentials. The floor beneath which reality stops making sense." I felt the "Theoretical Minimum" of my own