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I think that using the standard model to calculate the odds of your existence gives a very different outcome, and that using those odds means there isn't anything suspicious about you beating them and coming into existence.
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Note: I'm not a statistics person. I'm not sure if "odds" is the right term here. But I think it's clear what I mean. If I've screwed it up really badly I hope one of the other posters more well versed in the science will try to clear it up.
You've screwed up really badly.
Using the standard model, your brain coming into existence required a specific organization of an unspeakable number elementary particles to be brought together into a specific organization at specific x,y,z,t spacetime coordinates.
And this had to happen as a long term outcome of a universe-wide quantum shuffle beginning at t=10
-43 seconds, at which time a slightly different jostling of a few indeterministically behaving elementary particles could easily have eliminated the entire Milky Way galaxy.
The most conservative rigorous estimate i've seen of the prior probability of a particular person's coming into existence is 1 in 4 quadrillion, and that's far short of the mark, taking into account only the final rumblings of the immense phalanx of unlikelihood.
And even here in this thread it was generally agreed upon to grant Jabba prior odds of 1 in 10
80 to get him to stop claiming he was infinitely unlikely.
There are double-talkers in the thread who have invested themselves in an agenda of keeping Jabba tamped down. They've been hard at it for years. They consistently make ludicrous statements about probability in their zeal to whittle away at the improbability of Jabba's existence while claiming out of the other side of their mouths that it doesn't matter anyway for various bogus reasons. If they saw a rat go for a particular piece of cheese on the floor, they'd accuse the rat of committing the Texas Sharpshooter fallacy. A cat startled by it's reflection in a mirror would be pointed out as a classic example of an amazed fallacious puddle.
But I have no jabba-tamping agenda. I'm telling you the cold, hard facts, just to see how you'll squirm your way out of them.