All Possible Messages Are Equally Likely

You want the adventure, you do.
If you can just set it up right
So that you get that blurred window,

Dead in six months or in six weeks
Or, who knows, six days, but not clear,
Not certain, dying like a life within a life,

Coda, recapitulation
Of the whole pattern in the end—
It’s not hardly the ideal death,

But it’s still pretty fortunate.
You’ve been given warning and aid
And the sweet gift of certainty

Boxing the uncertainty, max
Complexity, max adventure.