Reminds me of the story (Arthur C Clarke?) of the supercomputer set to answer the meaning of life. It keeps requestiing more time and data. Time goes by, the computre rebuilds itself and reprograms itself over and over again in its quest for The Answer.
Finally it has become a universe encompasing sub-ether intelligence, computing away, looking for The Ultimate Answer. The original askers of the questions and their descendants are long dead and forgotten, the Universe is cold.
After eons of computing the enormous program terminates and gives the answer.
"Let there be light!"
Finally it has become a universe encompasing sub-ether intelligence, computing away, looking for The Ultimate Answer. The original askers of the questions and their descendants are long dead and forgotten, the Universe is cold.
After eons of computing the enormous program terminates and gives the answer.
"Let there be light!"
'How can you say, "We are wise, for we have the law of the LORD," when actually the lying pen of the scribes has handled it falsely? Jer 8:8
A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five. Groucho Marx
A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five. Groucho Marx
