Nothing Can Go Wrong

[Jack of Turnips]

The opinion of Dr. Ernst Durrnacker:

"...You speak of the quantum...The great Wolfgang Pauli once asked his students, 'Why did the electron tunnel across the voltage potential?' And he answered, 'Because it had a 1.4559% chance of doing so!' Ha-ha! No, wait, I have that wrong...it should be 'Because the turnpike was closed.'"

"At all events, it is never enough to examine only the specific and the particular. No, for the universal whole is greater than the sum of its particulars. Echoes of the past coexist with echoes from the future. They are like waves; they intersect and form interference patterns. Tell me, do you have black thoughts, or do you fear the dark?"

(We do not know what to say to Dr. Duurnacker. We are embarrassed by his question, and so we do not answer.)

"Well, then, all right. Very well: imagine that time is a duckpond. A pebble falls into the water at one end -- the past -- and another at the far end, which is the future. The ripples from these events propagate throughout time, and where they intersect and interfere strange patterns form. These patterns, they persist, they grow and change. But they are not real things, not ab-original! No, not at all. They arise only from the interactions of disturbances in time, in the Ur-field."

"These patterns, they are you and me. Now I will show you an interesting thing. Put your hand in front of the reading-lamp -- close, close to the bulb. But not so close that you burn yourself!"

"See the light glowing through? The light, even the feeble artificial light, it goes through your skin and your muscle, and through all your tissues. Even through bone! When you are walking down the city pavements in the bright sunshine, the light goes everywhere inside you. There are no areas of absolute darkness inside the human being. None! Time, too, is like that. See how it is? The existence-patterns, they are not apart from the light. They are not apart from time. The universal metempsychosis [meant here in the sense of temporal psychosis]means that past and future permeate us. Permeate and create us. And so there is no cause for alarm! No catastrophe can occur!"

"No, indeed. Within the universal metempsychosis the catastrophes of little pink shoes and thoughtless children mean nothing. See? I am smiling. I smile, and my hands do not tremble."

Of course, I would assert that God's Army in the Congo does wrong things. That is because I am human. If you are an asteroid, say, or a seafloor volcanic vent, then of course there is no wrong. And I -- if I were a shelf of granite gradually eroding away in Patagonia, or, perhaps, a 3-billion-year-old lump of ice laying on the side of a small crater on Pluto's moon Charon -- why, certainly I would agree with you!

However, as a sea-cucumber, I assert that things which hurt me are wrong. I especially hate those steely hook thingies that one sometimes ingests by accident, and which get embedded in one's hindgut. Those things are just wrong!. Bad and wrong.

So it goes.

~~ Jack of Turnips

[Random Probability]

Actually, I'm not saying that at all, you titled this "There is no wrong" I asked if that made everything right.  You asked what I meant by right, I explained.

You can't have one without the other. 

No order without chaos just as no chaos without order.  They may not balance each other, but they both have to exist!

Ah, in that case, you're not even riding a motorcycle.

I said, "Nothing can go wrong" not "there is no wrong".  Major difference.

Whether you think something is right or wrong is largely a matter of opinion, and therefore imaginary.

Balance is another imaginary concept.  It might help if you try and realize that there is no order or chaos, either.  Things just are.

[Jenne]

Aaaagh.

Stop wiff da tr00fs. 

*hates reading/hearing/saying there is no order or chaos*

Maybe because I'm feeling VERY chaotic atm.

[LMNO]

[Pedant]

All is Chaos.

In Chaos, we imaging Order and Disorder.

But they are illusions in the greater Chaos.

(translation: get yr fuckin terms right, fuckos!)

[/Pedant]