Certainty is always worn away by the flickering coin tossed in the air by our stochastic universe. The coin projected upward, the ghostly globe like a butterfly fluttering toward the ceiling, falls on heads or tails unpredictably, and only with a very large number of throws does the line between the two faces, like the needle on a scale, settle, with ever greater precision, in between the two results. In spite of this statistical equality, no one can ever foretell which way the coin will fall with the next toss.
