i understand this is possibly intended as hyperbole. yet hating a probability or a unit of measure is like hating a cloud or a tree or a ray of the sun. it ju

i understand this is possibly intended as hyperbole. yet hating a probability or a unit of measure is like hating a cloud or a tree or a ray of the sun. it just is. and this attachment this rejection of what is engenders a senseless suffering. one might respond, measures aren't real. but then, what's the use in hating what is unreal? on the other hand, the way we are drawn to elegance and beauty can be awakening and motivating in the quest of truth.