Sunday, April 8, 2012

Moments Random


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.

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