A Matter of Gravity

Posted: March 5, 2013 in Uncategorized

Imagine, and remove weight from the equation, that when you are born, you are given a bag full of 36,500 dice. Every morning when you wake up, you have to roll them all, and just roll, on at least one die, a number larger than 1. If you succeed, you take a die out of the bag, and you try again tomorrow. If you fail, you die. For years, decades even, this routine is a chore, an obnoxious task you have to do and just get out of the way. There’s no way you could roll that many dice and not get a 2, 3, 4, 5, or 6. Then, one day, maybe 30, 40, or 50 years in, you take stock of how many dice are missing. Sure you’re still hovering around 20,000, but it’s significantly smaller than what you started with. You start to think that eventually you’ll beat the odds and roll all 1’s. A simple equation will reveal how many times you’ve done the opposite. Every time you take a die out, a black feeling wells in your gut. And maybe you continue to beat the odds, and one day, you’re 90. You’ve got less than 5000 dice in the bag. It still seems improbable, but suddenly inevitable. You watch as the dice go out one by one, and maybe you’re unlucky, or maybe you’re left with only a handful and a feeling of looming dread.

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