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por más que aparezca la grúa y se lleve mi coche… por mí que reviente el planeta en confeti esta noche…

There will be no order, only chaos!

SOL: Have you met Archimedes? The one with the black spots, you see? You remember Archimedes of Syracuse, eh?

The King asks Archimedes to determine if a present he’s received is actually solid gold. Unsolved problem at the time. It tortures the great Greek mathematician for weeks. Insomnia haunts him and he twists and turns in his bed for nights on end.

Finally, his equally exhausted wife, she’s forced to share a bed with this genius, convinces him to take a bath, to relax.

While he is entering the tub Archimedes notices the bathwater rise. Displacement. A way to determine volume. And thus, a way to determine density, weight over volume. And thus, Archimedes solves the problem.

He screams “Eureka!” (Greek for “I found it!) and is so overwhelmed he runs dripping naked through the streets to the King’s palace to report his discovery.

Now, what is the moral of the story?

MAX: That a breakthrough will come...

SOL: Wrong. The point of the story is the wife. You listen to your wife, she will give you perspective. Meaning, you need a break, you have to take a bath, or you’ll get nowhere. There will be no order, only chaos. 

Go home Max and you take a bath.

tutsipop

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