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This stub is from my step-daughter, and has a story behind it - and maybe a bit of whimsy.
It was after a few years of early grade school that I noticed she never got rid of that pencil. As the years wore by - and she always got excellent grades - the pencil got shorter and I would worry that she didnt have enough pencils. But place as many fancy pencils as I would on her desk, her pencil case would never be without this one.
Well, one day it was High Noon on Main Street - showdown time.
Whats with the pencil? I asked. Whats wrong with all the new ones? Look! I got one with sparkles! She was in Gr. 6 by then. Sparkles were in.
Daaaad, - this said in a tone one addresses the village idiot with - that pencil knows the answers.
I remained silent. Sometimes one asks the wrong questions.
See . . . , she goes on, thats the pencil I do all my stuff. You know. The real stuff I have to do before my exams . . . all my homework and stuff. That pencil has done a lot of sums, and essays and everything. So when I use it in my tests it already knows. It knows the answers. Isnt that, like, gee - obvious?
She grew up and became a lawyer, and moved to Oz, but I saved the pencil, a pencil that knows a lot of stuff.
Much later on I learned about virtual particles; but that was a whole lot easier to understand.