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Looking up he commented that he’d got so much on his 'To-Do' List he didn’t know what to do. A man, not only with a to-do list, but one larger than average, doesn’t know what to do. Overwhelmed by order and identifiable tasks he now sits silently, drowning, tapping at the space-bar as his last struggle peters out. This is the pain and anguish forced upon us: the hellish imperative to consistently make sense. Those hundreds of monkeys bashing away at typewriters for an infinite amount of time write complete works of Shakespeare because they’re under no pressure to do so. ‘How long monkey, will it take you and your friends to type out the complete works of Shakespeare?’ ‘It will take forever - an infinite amount of time.’ ‘I don’t know if I have forever.’ ‘We can negotiate on staffing levels, but I simply must insist on this timescale.’ At the quantum level of things, the entire universe is made up of little angry cats trying to scratch each other’s eyes out, so this pursuit of