Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast

As I often skip breakfast (I know, I know, shame on me), I can easily believe more than six impossible things before it.

In this so-called “real world,” I am a dancer, and I spend the first three hours of my weekdays in the dance studio for class and rehearsal, during which my mind runs on.

For example, yesterday morning, while I sat in the corner of the little studio stretching, and watched the other dancers go over choreography, I considered infinite probabilities.

(You may now want to watch this video or this one. Or both, if you have any sense.)

Now, when you are thinking about dance composition, you might be overwhelmed with the number of possible combinations of movements. It’s one thing if the composition is strict with codified rules, like ballet, but throw in a new dance vocabulary where almost anything goes? Perhaps you thought the combinations of hand shakes in my previous post was a bit much, if so, brace yourself.

So there I was thinking about combinations of movements. I considered that there are four basic directions: up, down, left, and right. (I started drawing connections at that point to William Forsythe’s improvisation technologies.) I then contemplated that if you choose one of these four directions, say down, you then have three directions to go from there: up, right, or left. Sort of like dependent probabilities, when you have three green marbles and two blue ones and you draw a green one and leave it out of the bag to draw again.

Anyway, hop, skip, and jump forward, my brain was soon contemplating Zeno’s paradox of motion (which, Nerdfighter that I am, always connects to John Green’s Hazel Grace). This made me think of the infinite improbability drive.

Are there infinite probabilities? Are there infinite combinations? I’ve been interested recently in decision theory and rationality, and applying these things to real life.

What we can see, is that there are infinite infinities.

Sometimes things seem impossible, or improbable, to me. Yet there they are. I can see impossible, improbable things happening in a mid-western dance studio on a Monday morning.

Math is beautiful. Is that six impossible things? I didn’t count.

We have normality.


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