[tjaldur]

Alas, my copy of Douglas Hofstadter's book: "Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid", is at the bottom of the ocean, somewhere in the Bay of Biscay, as I would need it know for some quotations from this book to fully appreciate what really is taking place in this thread. Now I must quote from my memory, which is not quite the same, but so be it.

This thread is but another instance of the famous paradox by Epimenides: "All Cretans are Liars". Since Epimenides himself was a Cretan, this phrase lacks a decision procedure. If it is true that "All Cretans are liars" then it is false. It can not be decided, because the sentence references itself. Which has haunted mathematics and computer science ever since under the name of the: "Undecidability-problem".

Since Big-Bang or possibly the last not so Big Bang in a chain of several not so Big Bangs, hydrogen-plasma has been asking itself: "What Am I Doing here?" In its effort to answer this question, hydrogen-plasma has recursively transformed itself into, among other things, DNA, as wind-magic so cleverly show us. So that this question can be pondered upon, by those instances of DNA, that are best fit to ponder upon it, namely those who most frequently ask themselves: "Why am I doing this?".

So, once a recursive function is found, that gives a decision procedure for: "why a man sails a boat from a harbour with the aim of reaching the harbour he left", then a procedure for why hydrogen-plasma is there and necessarily must end up with a thread like this, will also be found.