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Game of total randomness

Randomness:the slapdash events almost tantamount to comic tragedies typical to Shakespearean literature.

'A' was beatific in his life. He inherited copious amount of money. Had two beautiful healthy children. His life was at acme. But he got cancer without consuming any statutory warning debilitation. Why?
B was an athlete. Played soccer for a league. Got a beauteous girlfriend. But just as he was taking a lackadaisical walk in his neighborhood he found himself losing his left foot over a truck accident. Why?
C studied vigorously for his SAT exam. He left his lucrative job to follow his academic dream. He studied day in and day out. But performed poorly in his exams because of a computer hitch. Why?

In case the reader is thinking that A,B and C got to their miserable conditions because god has punished them then let the humble writer postulate before you the theory of randomness.
The theory of randomness states that any incident that befalls any matter whether living or dead is purely random. Any incident no matter how meticulously planned suffers the wrath of randomness.

Does believing randomness means becoming atheist? Because both atheist and a believer of randomness will never blame god for their misfortunes. No, a believer in randomness is more inclined towards agnosticism than towards atheism. He the believer in our context is more concerned towards performing his duties while fully cognizant of the fact that randomness might come knocking at his door at anytime while an atheist believes that if he does anything arduously then he will have his fair amount of success no matter how.

The subservient writer here points out the illogical nature of the logical atheist because the latter doesn't factor in the probability of chaos,coincidences,entropy or in short the game of total randomness.

Edit : 13 jun 2016

It is comic and sometimes tragic how we try to find citations, evidence and verbatim only after making an astounding claim, just to prove that we are right. I am no different. The article written above was my first ever post where I tried to postulate a theory which negates the existence of god.

And now I have found a supporting book which mentions the very same thing. Now, I am not saying that I am right, perhaps even the author is wrong, but the author's thorough unbiased research on this topic cannot be refuted. And the author's work has won him the Nobel Memorial Prize in economics in 2002.

I am talking about Daniel Kahneman, the author who has penned the much acknowledged book : Thinking, fast and slow.

Here is what he has to say about the lack of acceptance of the idea of randomness :

We are pattern seekers, believers in a coherent world, in which regularities appear not by accident but as a result of mechanical causality or of someone's intention. We are far too willing to reject the belief that much of what we see in life is random.

Now I am convinced that those erratic random events that happen to the human beings right from the start of civilization, has led to the invention of Gods and religions as we, no matter how rational, logical and intelligent, tend to find causation even to the most random event. 

I consider myself as an atheist, and even I try to find cause to some of the random events in my life. Although I don't find the cause as a work of some fictitious God, but I do try to find cause as a work of some mathematical equations.

No.. a random event is a random event. It might occur because of some laws of physics but it doesn't have any reason to its occurrence. It is just plain randomness and at-least I try to accept it as it is, even though it sounds absurd and despondent to think so. 

What about you? Do you find it hard to believe in the theory of randomness? Do comment :)

Thanks for reading. Have a great day ahead without facing the wrath of randomness.

[P.S  If you have read the aforementioned book, then you might know the reason why I have written some of the sentences in bold letters :)
and if you haven't, then I urge you to read this book. It is worth reading. :)


  1. We find the easy way out by trying to give a simple explanation to a complex matter which is too big a subject for our nimble mind to appreciate. We reinforce this belief by finding and being with fellow same nimble minded individuals. This kind of reinforces us of our beliefs and cajoles us to think that we were right all along and that we are on the right tract... that's all!

    1. Isn't it an irony that we try to find like minded people irrespective of the lack of blind faith or abundance of the same?

      To think too deeply, we all are phony creatures seeking the similar phoniness in others.

      Although the definition of being phony is different for different groups be it atheists or theists, religious or pagan, hindu or a muslim!


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