the paradox of truth

Rules exist to forbid us to do something,
rules don't exist to allow you to do something.

For that matter, there is something about the fact on rules,
that they exist in the world in an attempt to describe that limit.

It would suffice to say, that some of these rules can be
broken, some bent and some are just too darn difficult to overcome.

Imagine a 'Truth Machine' constructed with a single rule, to identify 'lies'.
For the sake of convenience, the 'Truth Machine' is limited to humans.
If a human places his hand on the 'Truth machine' and lies, the 'Truth Machine'
will detect the lie and apprehend his/her hand to signify the lie.

Now imagine a human, not very smart not very daft, but one who likes stating the obvious.

And he/she states with the hand on the machine
"I will not be able to free my hand"

Should the machine apprehend or let the human free.

A. If the machine holds onto the human, it would mean the human has lied, but the human has not. Which would mean, the machine is in error.

B. If the machine does let the human free, then one infers that human has stated the truth, but the instant the machine lets the human free, what the human stated has turned to a lie and the machine should have held onto the human.
Which would mean, the machine is in error.

Of the only 2 options available to the 'Truth Machine', it will err on both counts.

somethings are strange

The strobilanthes kunthianus (Neel Kurinji) blooms once in 12 years and then dies.
I don't mean just the flower, I mean the entire plant dies after that bloom.

Well, think of her, she waits a lifetime, just to bloom and then die.

Her only purpose is that one bloom.

I am just wondering if we humans would wait that long if we knew about our purpose,
It is ironic, most of us don't even get to our purpose or realize it.

While the Neel Kurinji lives just to realise hers.

I missed her bloom in 2006, I need to wait till 2018 for the new bloom.