Occam’s razor, also Ockham’s razor, [1] is the principle that “entities should not be multiplied unnecessarily.” It is apocryphally attributed to 14th-century English logician and Franciscan friar, William of Ockham. The principle states that the explanation of any phenomenon should make as few assumptions as possible, eliminating those that make no difference in the observable predictions of the explanatory hypothesis or theory. The principle is often expressed in Latin as the lex parsimoniae (“law of parsimony”, “law of economy”, or “law of succinctness”): entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem, roughly translated as “entities must not be multiplied beyond necessity.” An alternative version Pluralitas non est ponenda sine necessitate translates “plurality should not be posited without necessity.”[2]
When multiple competing hypotheses are equal in other respects, the principle recommends selecting the hypothesis that introduces the fewest assumptions and postulates the fewest entities. It is in this sense that Occam’s razor is usually understood.
To straightforwardly summarize the principle as it is most commonly understood, “The simplest explanation for a phenomenon is most likely the correct explanation.”
Originally a tenet of the reductionist philosophy of nominalism, it is more often taken today as a heuristic maxim (rule of thumb) that advises economy, parsimony, or simplicity, often or especially in scientific theories. Here the same caveat applies to confounding topicality with mere simplicity. (A superficially simple phenomenon may have a complex mechanism behind it. A simple explanation would be simplistic if it failed to capture all the essential and relevant parts. Instead, one should choose the simplest explanation that explains the most data.)
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reality?
Have you ever thought you heard something, but there was nothing there? Have you ever thought you saw someone in the corner of your eye, and when you looked there was no person there? Have you ever looked at an illusion and been deceived that one line was longer than the other, but really it wasn’t? When you look down from a high building on people, do they appear small like ants? Aren’t there thousands of occasions when we do mis-perceive?
If we are wrong on some occasions, for example, from a height people look the size of ants, is it not possible that we are always deceived? Logical necessity requires the answer: Yes, to this question. It is possible that things as we perceive them are not that way at all!
Twice royal
“The princess is missing! The princess is missing!” a guard yelled as he ran towards the throne room. He barged in without waiting to be admitted and hurried to the dais.
“Explain yourself.” The king said mildly. In all his eighteen years as king, he had never yelled at anyone or lost his temper.
The guard bowed. “I am sorry Your Majesty, but the princess is missing.”
A collective gasp rippled through the gathered courtiers.
The king raised his hand and there was silence again. “What do you mean missing? Where are her guards?”
“They were found dead inside her sitting room sir.”
“All of them?”
“Yes Your Majesty.” The guard swallowed and went on. “We found a note on the body of one guard.” The guard lifted up his hand and a crumpled piece of paper lay on it. The king slowly got up and went down the steps. He took the piece of paper out of the guard’s hand. He quickly read through it and paled.
“Thank you. You may leave now.” He said quietly. He turned and went back to sit in his throne.
The guard bowed and again and left.
The king dismissed the courtiers with a wave of his hand.
*
The king’s sister Princess Jamari was striding to the throne room. She had heard what the guard was calling out as he ran. She entered the room just in time to see the king dismiss the courtiers. She swept through the courtiers who made space for her.
“Gautier, what is this nonsense about Nicolette going missing.”
“The Swiss rebels. Since we have an alliance with the Swiss they thought that I might be able to convince the Swiss royal family to abdicate.”
“They won’t. You know they won’t.
What are you going to do?”
“Stop them before they reach the borders.” He replied wearily. He beckoned to his champion. “Prepare your Company to ride.”
“Yes Your Majesty.” He replied and hurried out.
“What time are you leaving?” Jamari asked.
“In an hour.”
“Well, I have to go pack then.” She started down the dais, but Gautier stopped her.
“You aren’t coming with us.”
“Of course I am. When you find her she’s going to need a female presence around her.”
“Why was I given the most stubborn women in all of France?” Gautier asked exasperated. “First Fae ~may she rest in peace~ never followed propriety rules, you won’t take ladies-in-waiting, Nicolette well she’s both of you and Fae mixed together.”
Jamari just grinned. “That’s why you love us dear brother. Just imagine how life would be boring if we were meek and quiet?” she kept on walking towards the doors.
“Don’t bring any maids with you though!” he shouted before she walked out.
“I’m bringing one. Propriety dictates it!” Jamari called out before the doors were closed.
*
Cyprian had been following a group of riders for a while now. Usually he wouldn’t have bothered, but their prisoner intrigued him. It was a girl, about the same age as him. The riders didn’t act like any of the riders he’d seen in the two years he had been living in the forest. They left her at the edge of the camp, her hands and feet bound, but they untied her hands when they brought her food (stale bread and water). Apart from that they left her alone.
‘Where have I seen that face before?’ Cyprian thought to himself. He changed his vantage point to see her face.
“Princess Nicolette…?” he whispered.
When night fell and the riders had fallen asleep. The guard was drowsing in front of the camp fire; his sword was lying beside him.
Cyprian crept up to him and quickly and quietly twisted his neck enough to knock him out cold for a few hours, but not kill him. He went to where Nicolette was sleeping. He covered her mouth while he shook her to wake her up. This proved unnecessary because they had gagged her.
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