A mirror's primary surface - a metal like silver that has just one electron sticking out alone in the top atomic orbital, plus other free electrons sliding around the surface, I believe - absorbs photons, then re-emits new photons almost exactly like the ones that came in.
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Then there's things like: "Passing through the magnetic field, exactly half the electrons went UP, and exactly half the electrons went DOWN", and classical physics went OUT through the quantum window.
There's a Monty Python sketch where someone handles a large glass container with a liquid that looked like rosé wine, no context provided.
Out of the blue, some BBC executive or execs wanted to censor the sketch because of "its' visual depiction of menstrual urine".
It truly takes some twisted, fucked-up minds to find obscenity everywhere they look, projecting Satan onto everything around them, carrying Satan piggyback even into neutral zones.
It's a movie about physics, with characters like Niels Bohr featured prominently, which just so happened to be made for general audiences and it was a hit, by a director whose other historical film was about Dunkirk.
Before these movies were made, the subjects were pretty much obscure to the mainstream. Films like these are regarded as risky for large studios, and it's widely acknowledged that Christopher Nolan is on the very short list of directors with the blessing to do absolutely whatever they want at large studio scale and budget and that is not part of a franchise. And by "very short list" I mean people like Stanley Kubrick.
The "mainstream" label on Oppenheimer is incidental, after the fact.
Back in the 90s and pre-internet, I knew nothing about numbers stations. One time I borrowed my dad's hefty portable radio, which he used for listening to Vin Scully doing the play-by-play of Dodgers games, but it was the off-season, so I took it for a few months.
Back then I lived in a cabin right on the edge of my town, and I'm a night owl, so I was utterly alone one night at around 2am, when I came across one of these numbers stations right in the act of doing its' thing with a robotic female voice, just for a few minutes before regressing to static noise.
The whole experience spooked me, it stayed with me. On subsequent nights I scanned the dial again and again, to see if I could stumble across this thing again, but I never did catch it live again. It was years later that I found The Conet Project website and finally knew what the hell that transmission was about, sort of.
As a baseball history buff, for a long time my way of "counting sheep" in bed was:
5 baseball players whose last name begins with the letter "A",
then "B", "C", etc.
When after a few nights I worked my way up to "Z", I started over, but with a twist:
5 baseball players, whose last name begins with the letter "A", and who played before 1950.
Then when I made it to "Z",
5 baseball players, whose last name begins with the letter "A", and who played after 1950.
Are these real stock picture models like Harold/distracted boyfriend, or are they AI-generated?