So “Father” convinced “Daughter” that things get in a muddle because there are many more ways of being muddled than of being tidy.
Flip a coin ten times, and there are 1,024 combinations of heads and tails, but in only two of them are there no heads following heads or tails following tails.
I dispatched buses. Let’s say a company drives twenty thousand miles a day, and has a breakdown or accident every hundred thousand miles. It would be preposterous to expect the problems to come every fifth day (“Hey, brother, watch your back, today’s the twenty-fifth”), so the dispatcher goes through periods of multiple crisis and periods of calm. Things don’t happen in threes, but they do bunch up.
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Vigorously nodding my head in agreement!
Hey, thanks for reading! I'm trying to learn about composting humanure, so I've kind of let the blog lapse. Having you comment encourages me to post.
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