The True Nature of Randomness

I am taking time to enjoy leisurely musings - the roses on a small patch of garden stand proudly huge and so red - spring and warm sun, intermittent light showers bring all growing things to life. it's the season for full blooms Unlike an alchemist who seek to simplify complex things, I look at an ordinary flower and never cease to wonder in awe that its stems and leaves contain an endless universe of mystery, not the random creation of a mad hobbyist. A candle flickers in the dark - perhaps by the whisper of wind passing; my mind hops like birds flitting from one tree limb to another in search of seeds begging to be picked - the forest flourishes through their random droppings. Life is a universe run by clockwork, but motion does not seem to be predictable- what goes up does not always come down, we dare to believe what is above, so below, earth mirrors the stars and the heavens the subconscious sees what the eye misses. If people are brought together for a reason in any one room or queue line or seated in a plane- is this predestined by Loki, god of mischief playing his game of tricks, while we in utter ignorance shrug off these random moments, memorable but forever irretrievable as the past. In the end, we wait, and we don't anticipate. Good things may come. Or not. We don't gamble or throw a dice We walk our path, do not pursue but allow surprises to happen. flavor a moment. Such is the fascinating paradox of randomness. @jjote 07172015