I had a series of interesting conversations yesterday. It was strange- I noticed the conversations I had and book I was reading last night all had the same threads, even though I was doing all of them in parallel.
One was with Alton. The major takeaway was-
Indulging in your feelings.
You Will Find Everything Here
now glows in the window. At first,
only a few questions crawled
through the door. Soon, unfinished
sentences. Eventually, herds
of priests, atheists, whole families of
Today, there is a four hour wait
just to stand inside. Starving,
they ask about winning
lottery numbers, lost family
recipes, the necessity of exercise.
Is there a God? Why doesn’t he return
my phone calls? Where did I leave
my car keys? When a tree falls
in the forest, does it suffer?
He serves bowls of bubbling
Compliments. Slices of Financial Advice.
Entire legs of Answers, fresh cut
Answers, baked Answers served
with butter and garlic.
When they leave, he hears them
use words like full, content.
He has stopped sleeping at night.
He lies in bed and watches the hours
clock in and out of their shifts.
I am a dumb doctor.
A Novocain prescription.
I am new shoes
on a dead horse.
The free will theorem of John Conway and Simon Kochen states that, given three assumptions, if we have a certain amount of “free will”, then so must some elementary particles. More precisely, if two separated experimenters are free to make choices about what measurements to take, then the results of the measurements cannot be determined by anything previous to the experiments.