It’s been said that if you had an infinite amount of monkeys sitting at an infinite amount of typewriters, eventually one of them would write War and Peace. While this is most likely false(odds are that you’d end up with an infinite number of pages full of random letters), it makes for an entertaining thought experiment. If we can’t fathom any monkeys writing this classic piece of literature, then we must not be imagining enough monkeys.
War and Peace exists as a reflection of the totality of all the information in the universe after all, does it not? Tolstoy doesn’t really own authorship of it all as the possibilities had to somehow pre-exist in order for him to capitalize on them, right? which is why an infinite amount of monkeys, on an infinite amount of typewriters would end up with at least one copy of the book (and every other piece of conceivable literature for that matter). With an infinite amount of possibility and an infinite number of expressions of that possibility, it’s got to be inevitable, right? It’s almost as though ‘possibility’ is the author of itself, and we are merely the vessels it chooses….since possibility even precedes our descisions.
It would seem that credit for anything is due more to the totality of existence than to the individuals and segments that compose it. Kind of inspires one to subjectively embrace it all rather than to take on further subjective biases and positionalities.
-Rob
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