Randomness

There is something about randomness that fascinates me.

Each day I live seems to pass by at light speed; but then stretch forever. Each new person I've met is a friend one moment; but vanishes in the next. Sometimes I observe the swirls of smoke billowing past my lips engage in frenzied battle with the light breeze of a fluttering butterfly.

Then there are times when I look down at the earth, and watch little ants scuttle about leading their busy lives; and others when I look up into the deepness and vastness of space, and survey the infinity of billions of universes.

Tomorrow becomes today. Today becomes yesterday; but is yet tomorrow. Such is the way of the cosmic traveler, where day is really night and night is really day and both are same and neither.

I had this dream about numbers.

Imagine you are standing at a point 'X' which is the number '0'. There is a fence directly in front of you; let's call the fence number '1'.

Now I ask you to take 10 steps to reach the wall. Mathematically, to reach the fence you have traveled in the following sequence: 0 - 0.1 - 0.2 - 0.3 - 0.4 - 0.5 - 0.6 - 0.7 - 0.8 - 0.9 - 1

Now I ask you to walk from '0' to '1' again, this time taking 100 steps. Mathematically, to reach the fence this time you would travel in the following sequence: 0.01 - 0.02 - 0.03 - ...all the way to... - 0.97 - 0.98 - 0.99 - 1

Now what if I ask you to take infinite steps? Mathematically, you should never reach the fence.

My point being, if I were to play the number game and start counting from '0', breaking down numbers to the smallest decimals, I wouldn't get anywhere. I would never reach any number beyond my initial start point - '0'. Therefore, how is it possible that any number exists?

"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons." - T.S. Eliot