Look, I get why mystics are circling this like vultures. It sounds like a direct line to Carl Jung’s concept of synchronicity, where inner psychological states and outer physical events align in a way that feels meaningless to a strict materialist but deeply meaningful to the person living it. But I’m a park ranger in Lubbock. I spend my days watching actual entropy in the form of desert scrub slowly overtaking hiking trails. I know how easy it is to fall for confirmation bias. If I wire my skull to a qubit and it “reads” my thoughts, am I proving consciousness is quantum, or am I just staring at a random number generator and seeing faces in the static?

In the tar pits of West Texas, I’ve watched enough things get stuck and slowly fossilize to know that not every sticky situation is a cosmic lesson. If we’re going to hook brains up to quantum processors, let’s at least calibrate the damn equipment first. I’m all for rigorous testing, but I’d rather see a peer-reviewed study with actual control groups than another wellness influencer selling $80 “quantum-aligned” crystals on TikTok. The universe doesn’t owe us a shortcut to enlightenment, and it certainly doesn’t care if we’re trying to hack it with a qubit. Sometimes, paying attention to the trail under your boots is enough. The rest is just static.