Material Question of The Day

There is a strategy, or perhaps a tactic used, in big business today, where the hiring manager for high level positions will ask something like "How many golf balls fit into a school bus." The point is to identify the candidate's thought process, focusing on how the answer to an "out of the blue" type question is approached, rather than the specific perfect accuracy of the answer.

Mine is (self inspired and divinely inspired, by/through my two seeds today):

How many mustard seeds would it take to replace every pint of blood in the average human body?

A curious endeavor, to be sure. It requires a significant level of knowledge as well, largely regarding the size of a mustard seed, more than I would imagine it would take to ballpark the volume of golf balls. I also considered the perspective of a system that could only materially solve equations, using the tools at hand, like the operator of Leonardo's Workshop, presumably full of trespassers by today. Such an entity could presumably just "Do the thing" and then "count the mustard seeds."

I imagine that such a death would feel a lot like spontaneous combustion, but likely still better than being electrocuted or microwaved to death. It does make one wonder though. Blue Ring Octopus, Cone Snail, Inverted Mole Rat.

Crab Log Fish Frog: SPOILERS

The answer, according to a couple/few Google ratios, is: 2,536,050.

15000 Mustard Seeds per Ounce
5 liters of blood in the human body
5 liters is 169.07 ounces
169*15000=2,536,050




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