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#CartierExhibition part #cinq: my #favourite #imagery of #rousing #fantastical #creatures from #spiked #dolphins and #floppy #tigers to #shiny #peacocks and #serpents (at Cartier Exhibition NGA Canberra Australia)
The many faces of rousing. Photo 1 by Taylor Hopp Photos 2-6 by Andrea Lloyd (https://www.flickr.com/photos/150828068@N02/)
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After my question about the three words, the following response inspired me to write. The three words are anger, dice, and scratch. The following short story is written about them and is titled :
'How likely is it that we'll see each other again?
Enjoy Reading:)
" How likely is something?
Well, the first time I was introduced to the concept of probability was when you angrily threw that large die at my head. I can still remember it as if it were yesterday when we were playing 'Mensch ärgere dich nicht.' You always got so upset; losing wasn't your strong suit. But on that day, it was different when you threw the board off the table, hit me in the head with the die, and stormed off to your room, slamming the door behind you, shouting that you'd never play again because I was cheating. I sat there with bruised hands on the creaky brown parquet floor, perplexed by what had just happened. For the first time, I wondered what the likelihood was that I would always win, how likely it was that, even though you hadn't looked properly, you had hit me in the head with the die. I picked up the die and contemplated all six sides. What's the probability of rolling a 3? 1 in 6. So, I slowly but surely became interested in mathematics.
When I think of this story, I always feel like Isaac Newton, who had an apple fall on his head and discovered gravity. I still have that die in the middle of the living room, not to remind myself of the event that turned me into a successful mathematician but to remember you. I wish we could play 'Mensch ärgere dich nicht' together again. I wish you could get angry one last time. You didn't know it, even though you were annoying, and I never showed it, but you meant a lot to me. I still have the itching powder you used to sprinkle in all my clothes and my bed. April 1st was always your day. I'd love to know if, as an adult, you'd still be full of energy and creativity, whether you'd still be able to get on my nerves. For 28 years now, I've been coming to your grave, and it feels like it was just yesterday when the die hit my head. May I ask you for a game? Those were my last thoughts as I closed my eyes and saw a bright white light with your silhouette in the center.