She: If everything works with logic, then why can’t it predict what happens next.
Me: Logic doesn’t mean if this then that. It means if this, then that, that, that or something else, with a probability defined by this function.
She: Your probability function is just an excuse to not accept God. I’ll accept logic when it can tell me what happens next. Till then, I’ll go with my God.
Me: And you wondered why I started smoking!
(Just another conversation with Ma many years ago, that just came rushing back while reading something)