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Enough to satisfy most people other than [[lawyers]] and the kind of child<ref>And what do children like that grow up to be? YOU ARE LOOKING AT ONE.</ref> who, when writing postcards to his grandparents, addresses it thus: | Enough to satisfy most people other than [[lawyers]] and the kind of child<ref>And what do children like that grow up to be? YOU ARE LOOKING AT ONE.</ref> who, when writing postcards to his grandparents, addresses it thus: | ||
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Wait does it just ''stop'' at the Multiverse? Isn't that a little implausible? Wouldn't all those bubbles of froth be inside yet another | Wait does it just ''stop'' at the [[Multiverse]]? Isn't that a little implausible? Wouldn't all those bubbles of froth be inside yet another infinitesimal bubble, in a sea of infinitesimal bubbles of froth? | ||
If you like this you should try everything else [[Voltaire]] wrote while you’re at it. He’s a scream. Start with {{br|Candide}}. | If you like this you should try everything else [[Voltaire]] wrote while you’re at it. He’s a scream. Start with {{br|Candide}}. | ||
Revision as of 16:55, 19 December 2018
“Perfection is the enemy of good enough.”
Enough to satisfy most people other than lawyers and the kind of child[1] who, when writing postcards to his grandparents, addresses it thus:
Grandma Contrarian,
24 Argumentative Road
Whingeing
Essex EX4 5FU
England
United Kingdom
The World,
The Solar System,
The Western Arm, Milky Way
The Local Group,
The Virgo Supercluster,
The Pisces–Cetus Supercluster Complex,
The Observable Universe,
The Whole Universe including the unseen bits including all forms of Dark Matter and/or Dark Energy,
The Multiverse[2]
Wait does it just stop at the Multiverse? Isn't that a little implausible? Wouldn't all those bubbles of froth be inside yet another infinitesimal bubble, in a sea of infinitesimal bubbles of froth?
If you like this you should try everything else Voltaire wrote while you’re at it. He’s a scream. Start with Candide.