Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.
Mary Anne Evans (1819 – 1880)
Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.
Mary Anne Evans (1819 – 1880)
Did you know that people who meet at least three different times within a twenty-four hour period are ninety-eight percent more likely to meet again?
Jennifer E. Smith (1980 - )
Indeed, whatever we propose relates to a certain state of our knowledge, factual knowledge as well as epistemology.
Hilda Geiringer (1893 – 1973)
by Lawrence Mark Lesser
We don’t readily see
ourselves
as replaceable, exchangeable objects,
arbitrary members of a population.
We’re thinking: without loss
of generality, let the person be
me who today matches a birthday,
wins the lottery or falls in love.
Lyrics and music ©1997, 2007 Lawrence M. Lesser
Sportscaster bragged all night
'Bout the one prediction he got right:
He said, "The more they've scored, the more they've won."
Probability of A given A is 1.
Probability of A given A is 1.
Writer made his Bible a find-a-word:
"TWIN", "TOWERS" and "PLANE" converged
When he let computers run.
Probability of A given A is 1.
You'll find reason, you'll find fate explaining why your side won
Like nothin' to do if nothin's new under the sun.
"Fear breeds fear, war breeds war,"
Said the call-in poll on Channel 4:
Father's legacy to son.
Probability of A given A is 1.
Probability of A given A,
Possibility of A given A,
All the same to me: always points to one.
by Jasper D. Memory (1935 - )
A hypochondriac at heart, he thought
(Though symptom free) he had a dire disease,
And after fruitless weeks of worry, sought
Some test to take to set his mind at ease.
He forthwith found one that would do the trick,
And accurate (at oh point nine) to tell
Those having the disease that they were sick,
And just the same, the well that they were well.
One crucial point he failed to note was this:
That of a hundred like him, only one
Had the disease, and this slip made him miss
The implication when the test was done
And positive! therefore, consumed with dread,
And now convinced his blackest fears were right
(By faulty logic fatally misled),
He shattered silence that calm summer night.
by Eveline Pye
Like a tracker, I smell the earth
on my fingers, listen for the slightest
echo as I stare out at a world
where bell-shaped curves loom
as mountains and negative exponentials
foretell dangerous descents, imminent
disaster. All around, cliff edges crash
down to restless seas while a solitary
outlier shines in the southern sky: a freak
of random sampling or a guiding light?
Are others buried deep, confounded
by experimental design? On my path,
a decision tree, so many branches
spring from its trunk, so many choices.