Aristotle once said that probability made some unlikely things happen.
The Talmud also said not to search for treasures buried underground, because where treasures were buried was random.
There was an unlucky cat that caught the attention of a scientist named Schrödinger. He put a cat into a sealed box that could not be seen through with the naked eye, then connected the box to a special apparatus containing an atomic nucleus and a poison gas mechanism. There was a fifty-percent chance that the nucleus would decay. When it decayed, it would emit a particle that triggered the poison gas mechanism, killing the cat.
As long as no one opened the box, that poor cat should remain in the strange state of being "both dead and alive, neither dead nor alive." Only after opening the box could its fate be determined.
For example, if you liked Sophie Marceau, before confessing to her, you would not know whether she liked you or not. Perhaps even she herself was uncertain. At that point, her feelings for you existed in a state of "like + dislike," or what was called the state of Schrödinger's cat. After you confessed, that state would become one of two distinct certainties: "I like you too," or "Sorry, who are you?"
In one universe, the two of you embraced happily; in another parallel universe, perhaps you were merely sitting on the sofa after work, eating popcorn while watching a romance film starring Sophie Marceau.
Although The Man Who Laughs was written by a Frenchman, it told a story that took place in Britain.
Gwynplaine had originally been the descendant of a lord, but as a child, he was sold to child traffickers and forced to undergo surgery. The corners of his mouth were slit all the way to