The unobserved state is a fog of probability, a window of and for error. The watcher observes, the fog collapses, an event resolves -- a theory becomes a fact. What is the truth? Tell me if you know [heh] and I will not believe you. Things are never as they seem. Clean gloves hide dirty hands and mine are dirtier than most. Without truth there can be no justice.

Trevor Goodchild