A poem about decision trees:
I think that I shall never seeA decision complex as that tree— A tree with roots in ancient days(At least as old as Reverend Bayes); A tree with trunk all gnarled and twistedWith axioms by Savage listed; A tree with branches sprouting branchesAnd nodes declaring what the chance is; A tree with flowers in its tresses(Each flower made of blooming guesses); A tree with utiles at its tips(Values gleaned from puzzled lips); A tree with stems so deeply nestedIntuition’s completely bested; A tree with branches in a tangleImpenetrable from any angle; A tree that tried to tell us “should”Although its essence was but “would”; A tree that did decision hold back’Til calculation had it rolled back. Decisions are reached by fools like me,But it took a consultant to make that tree.
I think that I shall never seeA decision complex as that tree—
A tree with roots in ancient days(At least as old as Reverend Bayes);
A tree with trunk all gnarled and twistedWith axioms by Savage listed;
A tree with branches sprouting branchesAnd nodes declaring what the chance is;
A tree with flowers in its tresses(Each flower made of blooming guesses);
A tree with utiles at its tips(Values gleaned from puzzled lips);
A tree with stems so deeply nestedIntuition’s completely bested;
A tree with branches in a tangleImpenetrable from any angle;
A tree that tried to tell us “should”Although its essence was but “would”;
A tree that did decision hold back’Til calculation had it rolled back.
Decisions are reached by fools like me,But it took a consultant to make that tree.
Michael Rothkopf
A poem about decision trees:
Michael Rothkopf