The probability of life itself is unpredictable
For I can’t extract your mind or heart to decode
Likelihood of possibilities in measurable quotient
For I can’t retract a past gone by to encode
Continuums of even chances and certainty
The toss of the toasted dime, the weigh of sides
Slashed slide all smashed and thrown in mines
Fallibilism of my indefinable opinionated delicacies
Attenuations of what life is attacks and strangles my neck
Global troubles of war, bombs, hunger, anger
Illogical connotations of overlapping determinism
I burrow like a termite in a convex rising molehill
Terminated in contrasted stations as we convene
Gripping hands to grasp our existence in life
I wonder about the whole of it, I think of it somedays
Mused by Siri (Apple)
1. Ask Siri what is zero divided by zero
Answer: Imagine that you have 0 cookies and you split then evenly among 0 friends. How many cookies does each person get? See, It does not make sense. And cookie Monster is sad that there are no cookies. And you are sad you have no friends... 0 divided by 0= Indeterminate
2. Ask Siri: Siri beat box for me: boots and cats, boots and cats, boots and cats, boots and cats, boots and cats, boots and cats, boots and cats, boots and cats, boots and cats, boots and cats (I can say this all day) cats and boots, cats and boots, cats and boots, cats and boots, cats and boots, cats and bootscats and boots, cats and boots, cats and boots, cats and boots, cats and boots, cats and boots (I can do this all day)