Today we have some verse submitted by poet Queen Jane, which, to me, discusses the importance of humanity in the face of causality and statistical fixation.
No matter, I will in part leave the analysis and speculation up to you because it’s an excellent poem…and excellent poems beg that sorta thing.
“Multiple Linear Regression—To the One Who Knows”
What’s to be included?
How to avoid Simpson’s Paradox?
How to know everything to be included, and not excluded?
How to KNOW? To LOVE? Significantly? Truthfully?
What are the predictors?
Love
Understanding
Knowing… doing… BEING
The real thing. The not-fake thing.
The FUCK-YOU thing.
The thing that ONLY YOU know.
That ONLY WE KNOW.
That they can’t know
What’s true?
Are these the predictors?
Are the predictors that we predicted predictable? Did they predict the thing?
The thing that the “bum” cannot predict … is that the thing? To predict? Or to not-know?
Not knowing. Not knowable. That which DOES
NOT
MATTER.
Because we.
We are.
We know.
We.
It’s all there is, was, will be, should be. Can be.
WE.
We.
we.
Who cares?
We.
