Once upon a time, a man purchased a ticket for a lottery. The number, he asked to be imprinted, was highly offensive to that ticket, yet it cared not. After all, no matter how many insights went into the choice, the ticket realized that each was random: giving the offense meaning only to the offender.
Then the man held up the ticket and, looking straight at it, warned, “If you don’t pan out, I am going to shred you.” The little guy began to tremble and then, realizing how little it could do, became calm. As before, it noticed that the same randomness put this wastebasket-shredding-machine alternative beyond its influence, as well as beyond he who, in delivering the threat, had convinced himself otherwise.