Being probably more simple-minded than Andro, I can discard a lot of discussions (if the Universe is demiurgic or not, if it's valuable or not... and even the discussion of qualitative vs. quantitative maths).

Me objection (or doubt or question) was by far easier, but I notice that I didn't explain it quite well... Your theory is that the Universe has an Order, a mathematical Order and that this Order is based on an algorithm... which is a specific type of function.

My question is WHY an algorithm and NOT any other type of function... or why not several types of functions working at once? I don't have an answer to those questions.

A very short tale I like a lot is The Library of Babel: https://maskofreason.files.wordpress...uis-borges.pdf

In this tale the universe is a "Library" made of infinite Hexagons... and "There are five shelves for each of the hexagon's walls; each shelf contains thirty-five books of uniform format; each book is of four hundred and ten pages; each page, of forty lines, each line, of some eighty letters which are black in color. There are also letters on the spine of each book; these letters do not indicate or prefigure what the pages will say".

The "books" of this Universe created by Borges have a specific size and a specific amount of letters, but they ALL contain random permutations of 25 elements (22 letters, the period, the comma, and the space)... some of the books contain a permutation that makes sense. I.e, a book can contain an accurate biography of Napoleon, simply because it's the result of one of the possible permutations of letters... other books look a bit more like "sdrtvjhsy ry ryvetve,.,ert. etohoetrohetohnbvch .,...ewrhwet" and don't seem to make any sense.

So the narrator of the tale dwells all over the library with the hope of finding the sense, your "algorithm"... And the tale finishes with a marvelous paragraph:

"I have just written the word “infinite”.' I have not interpolated this adjective out of rhetorical habit; I say that it is not illogical to think that the world is infinite. Those who judge it to be limited postulate that in remote places the corridors and stairways and hexagons can conceivably come to an end -- which is absurd. Those who imagine it to be without limit forget that the possible number of books does have such a limit. I venture to suggest this solution to the ancient problem: The Library is unlimited and cyclical. If an eternal traveler were to cross it in any direction, after centuries he would see that the same volumes were repeated in the same disorder (which, thus repeated, would be an order: the Order). My solitude is gladdened by this elegant hope."

I love the last sentence... wehopethat the chaotic Universe follows a pattern... and that its disorder conceals an Order. I do not know if this "Order" can be expressed by an Algorithm, and even less I can assume that the number 72 is relevant in this algorithm.

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