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but aren't they all random?

Thursday, May 16, 2019

mysterious origins: confirmation bias

How did bias
ever get confirmed in the first
place? When there was none?

Did somebody come along, "Here.
BIAS." And you were "SWEET!
I need one of these - otherwise

nothing can be confirmed" or
what? Because without that seed,

would not all subsequent clouds
of doubt coming over be barren? It takes rain

to make the lightning strike, or so
I've always heard, counting one
one thousand two one
thousand three one

wait. I lost count. Where's
the boom? Oh yeah

there is no storm. No seed
to make this warm low-pressure
zone take form, swirl towering up

rain judgment down
to fill my cup

it's just
impossible

without some bias
to begin with. Where

shall we dance?

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