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Wed 20 Dec, 2006 03:32 pm
This was originally posted on Bikeforums.net by Artkansas. Reprinted by permission -- Roger
I have a theory. It is based on Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle and Schrodinger's cat.
Being a 3D animator, I see God as "rendering" the universe (in real-time) as I render a 3D scene after making all the objects and assigning all the motion. Like any good programmer, God has algorithms that calculate what needs to be rendered for the universe to exist at any given time. Unneeded things simply aren't rendered to minimize God's work load. Sometimes things get misallocated and aren't rendered when they should be. Most likely your watch got allocated as not necessary to calculate because it was inside your shoe. But when time came to render it again, the watch subroutine had been pushed off the calculation stack. This was subsequently fixed later on. Your distress gave signals to the universe that something had not been properly rendered, and the situation was remedied.
I had a nailfile that had a similar situation. I left it on the left side of my computer. I noticed it missing and searched the table thoroughly. No nail file. A couple of weeks later, the nail file turned up on the right side of my computer, in plain sight.
Go calculate!
I suspect the offending nail file was to the right of your computer the whole time. You were convinced it was on the left side and your mind would not conceive of it being elsewhere. Then one day you just noticed it.
You just go ahead and believe in human fallibility. I will believe in Schrodinger's Cat.
God needs a faster processor to handle all the workload.
roger wrote:You just go ahead and believe in human fallibility. I will believe in Schrodinger's Cat.
If you can reproduce this experiment with something larger, say. a computer, let me know.
I'm with you, roger.
I observe this daily with Bears glasses, keys, wallet, and numerous other things.
He looks and looks and picks stuff up and puts it down and moves things around and still can't find what he is looking for. He says he knows he left it RIGHT THERE!
I say, you left it where?
He says ... RIGHT... oh, here it is. Right where I left it. But I swear it wasn't there a minute ago.
Trade me places for one day, Nickfun and you'll be a believer.
Or come up with a better algorithm for detail work.
I fell a little embarrassed over this, roger, but I am the one who took your nail file.
I had to clean various orifices on my body in preparation for Christmas and a nail file comes in quite handy for those hard to reach spots.
I took it, then returned it, thinking you would never have noticed it was gone. Your powers of perception and accountability for your possessions, however, surprised me.
I did rinse the implement in cold water before returning it, so it should be ok.
Next time, clean 'em with that damn pitchfork, hear me?