Sometimes I think about the Halting Problem
"for any program 'f' that might determine if programs halt, a 'pathological' program g called with an input can pass its own source and its input to f and then specifically do the opposite of what f predicts g will do. No f can exist that handles this case.
and I can't help but feel that humanity may just be a silly little library of turmoiled and maliced Turing Machinesturning and thinking, obsessive over out own HALTingIf and WhenAll the while, simple answers lie just beyond the grasp of our diminutive digitsI've never felt so sorry for a computerLittle anxious thingsBuzzing and kineticYet unfeelingNon-somaticI thought I might write a meditation for computersBut I fear they'd get sick of more instructions