To: Maurice Winn who wrote (18258 ) 4/18/2002 10:22:19 PM From: LLCF Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 74559 <<English as it exists right now is finite, but English is infinite in that anything which we can perceive, directly or indirectly or via imagination can have a neologism ascribed to it and there is no limit to the number of neologisms we can create [though we would need to also extend the alphabet some more]. English is merely a hopelessly inadequate way of representing reality as perceived by somebody and with that perception being shared by somebody else so that they can match the words with the reality described, using symbols to identify the selected reality. Mathematics is just another kind of symbolic representation of reality.>> Many ideas, concepts [if you can call them that!] things transcend the spoken word.... that's life. <<By saying that English is finite is another way of saying that reality is finite. Since we all exist with a probability of 1, it's quite reasonable to say that reality is very finite and in fact is in a single state. By probability of 1, I mean that if we go back up through our ancestors, over millions and billions of years, not a single one of our ancestors died before we were conceived. What is the probability of every single ancestor not dying before they became our progenitor? It is infinitely improbable given the number of things which could have gone wrong for any one of them. But it happened, for every single living thing alive right now. At the beginning, one would say that the probability of the situation of everything existing as it is right now would be infinitely unlikely, or, 0.000000000000000...75 times....00001. BUT, here you are, right here, right now, reading these pixels. You lucky, lucky, lucky, ... 75..., lucky, probability = 1 man! >> Oh, you prove it yourself!! And you offer interesting evidence that your statement here is 100% positively wrong [Oh, wait, that may not be possible! LOL]: <<I don't buy all that quantum bunk, with all states existing until brought into reality by an observer, as though anything could be and it's all a matter of luck. I reckon there are no dice [or die for the pedants].>> Ho ho ho DAK