WIlliam Poundstone's book. Not nearly comprehensive enough. Sounds very urban-legendy to me. Fuck, I suppose that I can't explain life on this planet, and I guess I shouldn't if I want to stay alive long enough. So fuck it.
Tests are all tests.
I don't find any of them especially profound. Life wasn't meant to be explained. It was meant to be lived. I have three of 'em. Shit, Dave's right.