Sunday, September 7, 2014

On the Utter Improbability of My Daughter's Existence: A Math Poem

My daughter should not exist. 

The probability that I would choose Rachel to marry:                
1 in 5
She’s awesome and I’m a nerd with very few prospects.

The probability that Rachel would choose me to marry:            
1 in 104
She’s awesome AND popular with many prospects AND I’m a nerd.

The probability of my daughter inheriting her particular genetic makeup from her parents:
1 in 1014
I’m so thankful we didn’t have one of those trillions of other possible kids. 

The probability that my parents would make me:
1 in 1017
Aren’t they lucky.

The probability of my successive ancestors existing, starting from the dawn of the human race:
1 in 1028,161
For comparison, the total mass of the universe is 1055 grams. 

The probability the universe exists at all:
1 in 10125

That’s it you say? 
Well a googol is 10100.  So this number is the equivalent of 1025 googols. 

The probability of my daughter coming into existence:
1 in 1056,467

There are only 1082 atoms in the universe.    
So that’s like finding one particular atom in  1056,385 universes of atoms. 


Snowflakes, lightning strikes, grains of sand, and lottery winners have nothing on my daughter.

She’s a mind-boggling, brain-melting, exponentially-absurd impossibility.


In other words.
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She’s a miracle. 























Awwww.


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The nerdy fun doesn’t have to stop here! I made a spreadsheet explaining how I derived my numbers.  I invite anyone interested to look through it and make improvements.  Just let me know what changes you make.   I want to let Audrey know precisely how special she is, so help us out math people.