So here we are in a world that feels like it’s ripping itself apart. I doubt you need the list – environmental destruction, ocean acidification due to our carbon emissions at the highest it’s been for 300 million years, the biggest mass shoot out ever recorded in an Orlando pub catering to LGBTs, a vicious stabbing and murder by a neo-Nazi in Yorkshire of a woman in Parliament apparently because she was supporting the campaign for Britain to remain in the EU, not to mention a debate here in Britain as destructive as that being carried on by Trump in the U.S.
It feels rather overwhelming this week somehow.
So last night I tossed and turned worrying about one of the great unsolved problems of the world.
I spent the night trying to figure out what percentage of the card game of Solitaire are potentially winnable if good luck, card counting, and maybe even a little bit of cheating are all part of the mix. The first step was easy: figuring out the number of different games a 52-card pack could yield. It’s 52x51x50x….3×2. But very soon after that when I started trying to figure out the percentage of potential wins, I get stumped. “Go back to sleep, dummy,” I advise myself.
So part of myself takes the advice. Until the other part of myself wakes me up starting the whole process over again. It went on all night.
I would like to hope that what my dream – or nightmare – was telling me is that I can’t solve all the world’s problems.
I hope it doesn’t suggest that I really have my priorities screwed up.