On Randomness

What if men weren’t reasonable? What if they were? Weird why man thinks and ponders on questions? Why do we think even? Had I been an ardent supporter of Ayn Rand my reply could have been WHO IS JOHN GALT? For this curse has been following man in his darkest dreams to annotate his wildest of queries. It is quite preposterous a reply yet it’s a reply and a reply is all what we had been asking for.
An inquisitive reader could well raise a point here amidst all the wild talk I am hinting at.
Why am I doing all this? Now that’s well questioned. Why in the world am I doing all this?
So it by all the wit in the world becomes my responsibility to make my readers aware of the fact that I don’t bear any responsibility to any upsurge of emotional adrenaline that he feels during his traversal through this piece of literature.

Let me warn readers who expect materials from this wild talk. Its just the penning down of ideas of a not so authoritative a writer and is all but what a lay man like me could have thought on a calm and not so chilly October night. This might also leave disappointed, readers who in their quest to answers have by mistake taken into this article. So hereby I leave all my loving and not so loving readers at their own mercy to further delve into my mind.

I have often thought of it. “A man is born free but everywhere he is in chains.” Yet oftener has the thoughts of the genre crossed me: But why does a man not break all of those chains?, for freedom is all what we deem to ask even before a glass of water. How foolish of us? Or how clever? But what will man break and why will he break apart is the question . Subtle though, yet its the same chain that binds us to others which binds others to us. That prevents us of any evasive action. Or does it? For the chains are often broken and joined and rejoined. That I feel defines society. We do make compromises yet it asks for more than a pound of gut to accept it. I know I am talking all rubbish yet talking am I and that’s all what it takes to keep relationships rocking and so undauntingly can bring a relationship on rocks. If only words weren’t swords or the ears were steel either.

I know the small lot that would have remained with me by now would be pondering over my intentions again for it is always what we ask What did he get by doing all this? Our ides are bound to this small tottering materialistic world but who is materialistic is something that might have begun to trouble naïve readers and might keep alluding them to domains vastly far from this place or all other places. I for the benefit of readers who by now are getting perplexed by the stupidity of the talk will not delve into the issue of materialism and above all I don’t consider myself adept enough to pick this theme and do ample justice to its creator.

Yet something that vexes me more than anything tonight is why do we cry and why do laugh? Now that is foolish to ask and yet what is happiness and sadness is something I still can’t define. I can understand the restlessness of the trickle remaining . I am delving more than bearable into subjects discussed frequenter and better by authors of firmer and maturer( I pause to think if maturer is a word even but the intention is portrayed) head. So there is no point delving further as the wilderness is catching hold of me and am getting more and more raw in my talk. So destiny suggests we should stop and stop we have to.

Another unhealthy confession. I daresay the word randomness never ever appeared in the entire piece of writing. I delved cogently without coming to a decision as to whether change the title, yet something holds me back and wildly it’s the same which propels me to stop. So worthy byes to my lovely readers and unworthy thanks to my soul to still be gutsy enough to say it to blank air. Peace ho! But what is peace and do we want it even?