Penelope's Loom Never Halts
For three years, 108 armed men sat in a hall demanding a woman finish a piece of cloth, and not one of them ever counted its rows. They asked the two undecidable questions โ when will it be done, is it worthy โ and never the countable one. The loom is not a metaphor for computing. It is computing's ancestor, and the exploit Penelope ran on it is the one being run on you.










