Probability is currently plaguing my mind.. in reality i'm actually talking improbability, or that likelihood that something wont happen.
For example i find it hard to wrap my head around the nature of our existence. Infinity was invented to account for the possibility that in a never-ending universe, anything can happen. Life on other Earth-like planets, for example, is possible in an infinite universe, but not probable.. but to look at that we should really start with what it means to understand improbability.
Wishful thinking often intrudes into probabilistic assessments of hazards posed by errors in numerical computations. Those numerical errors fall into three classes:
Intentional:
Idealized models, truncated series, discretization, ...
Unavoidable:
Rounding errors.
Unintentional:
Bugs, blunders in software and hardware
Compared with idealizations,roundoff and bugs are unlikely menaces. But, how unlikely ?
Roundoff in Floating-Point Arithmetic:
Suppose the program asks the computer to calculate
W := X·Y + Z ;
what the computer actually calculates is w =((x·y)·(1 + ß) + z)·(1 +m)
in which ß and m stand for rounding errors, tiny values for which we know a priori bounds like, say,
| ß | < 2^-53, |m| < 2^-53; 2^-53 ~10^-16
.
( These bounds suit double precision on most computers nowadays.)
The simplest model of roundoff assumes that nothing more can be known about ß and m. The simplest probabilistic model of roundoff assumes that ß and m are independent random variates distributed Uniformly between their bounds ±2^-53.
Both models merely approximate the truth.
Now instead of going on further to explain error analysis and how it effects improbability which goes further to predict probability, and showing the graphs and charts for the explanation of all this, i will instead just note the properties in an infinite universe.
The Area of the universe is infinite, this means that's bigger than the biggest thing out there and then some. what it really means is that is a force that continues to ever expand with no signs of stopping.
There can be no imports or exports due to the fact that there can be nothing outside an infinite plain.
Population can be regarded as none, its to be known in an infinite universe there will be an infinite number of worlds, not all however are inhabited so there must then indeed be a finite number of inhabited words, and anytime a finite number is divided by an infinite number the number will so next to nothing as it makes no odds. In other words the average population of all the planets in the universe can said to be 0, and then it must follow that the population of the universe can be said to be 0.
Currencies can be said to be basically the same as populations. 0 and therefore negligible
Art can also be held as non existent. The point of art is to hold a mirror up to nature and there simply isn't one big enough, to understand this more go back to point 1 about the area.
Sex can also be defined as none... however there is an awful lot of this going on, largely because the total lack of money, banks, art, or anything else that might keep all the nonexistent people of the universe occupied.
However looking past our insignificance and looking more at the fact that we ourselves do exist in this time and place we can understand that the number of evolutionary steps needed to create intelligent life, in the case of humans, is four. These probably include the emergence of single-celled bacteria, complex cells, specialized cells allowing complex life forms, and intelligent life with an established language. Complex life is separated from the simplest life forms by several very unlikely steps and therefore will be much less common. Intelligence is one step further, so it is much less common still. The Journal Astrobiology, suggests an upper limit for the probability of each step occurring is 10 per cent or less, so the chances of intelligent life emerging is low - less than 0.01 per cent over four billion years.
With all of these mathematical equations and ideas floating around we can see that just in general in this universe over time, it was very likely that something were to come about in the chances for life, but very unlikely that we would ever get something as "advanced" as ourselves or anything more advanced then ourselves out on other planets in the universe. These very facts are things that irk me about the universe. That we in theory are so unlikely we're nearly negligible in the sight of the pure infinity that is all around us, however that very notion might be what makes us and the world itself so amazing. And then to add to that the fact that on a much more real level we were born here in this time (which in all fairness is an illusion) on this one planet that was lucky enough to inhabit life (even if the universe mathematically should label us as nonexistent) and remain here as our own people doing our own things listening to whatever music we want. Its beautiful to think that when you look at the bigger picture we could have (and more likely should have) been a single celled organism on the planet zigblank.. just a thought that's been playing around in my head.
i couldn't sleep last night, i tried several times and it infuriated me to no extent. I love being sick as you all know so i sat there and watched movies until the sun came up... as dawn approached i found myself in need of movement so i took off the alarm system went down the stairs and walked outside with nothing but a sweatshirt and some pajama pants. i bumbled around west bury for about an hour and found my way to a park where i could sit on a big toy and watch the sun come up... i got lost thinking about the sense of mathematical improbabilities and how the world worked.. what it meant to be alive and the problems that arose from the inevitability of deaths. i wondered about relationships and the statistical likelihood of blowing it with a girl that seems interested in me but i can never tell these things. I wondered about the chances of finding my time with a girl i do like and what it was that's actually been going on. i wondered about the nature of time and what it had to do with things i did in my world. The abilities i shared with people and what it was i could do to support myself or others...and as the sun came up i sat there and wondered if any of that really mattered now... if it would ever matter. It was somewhat of a freeing notion to realize that nothing i did or thought about necessarily mattered, but more so because it didn't matter it didn't hurt to do so from time to time, and i didn't matter if i followed through with these ideas or just let them out to sea...
No, at a statical improbability of two to the power of two hundred and sixty-seven thousand seven hundred and nine to one against... i sat there and found instead of taking perspective and realizing how insignificant i was, this panic attack made me feel a little better about my stance.. maybe if I'm so unimportant everyone else is too, and then maybe they'll want to spend some time with me if they find a little bit of time.