If the world is a function of random events, then how is it
that goals are achieved, that when someone eyes a target and works towards
achieving it, why does not randomness set everything going in all different
directions? Random? Why is it said that there is always a solution and a way of
finding it. Doesn’t that ‘way’ refute the existence of randomness?
That rhythm is everywhere, a pattern followed by every
entity. The structures whooshing past a car, dancing with the music inside.
Innocence confirming its presence by a child intently looking at a piece of
sweet held by the father... nature dominating its creation in the form of a man
mingling with his surroundings carrying traces of earth and mud on his person.
A quick look over one’s shoulder doesn’t change bits of life one left behind;
it exists for someone else’s experience, for someone else to question its
existence before moving on.
Ignorance becomes fate, gives way to manifestation of
undefined events, to randomness. This non-acceptance of an egotist gives birth
to destiny, and to powerless slavery to a non-existing reasoning. A moon will
cast a soft light, a sun will always burn, a burn would always hurt, and a
touch will always establish life. The functions would not change, the
definitions remain intact. There is no help that goes astray, there is no
action abandoned.
