We've Become So Random.

by Poet on the Piano   Sep 6, 2014


Those antique nights you chose to hoist
me onto your shoulders, stepping on
country roads with reverence
and observing twilight skies
with amazement...
that, was random.
But our purpose never was.
This is how we became close,
trusting in how you held me,
curiosity pushing us both to
be captivated by the mystery
of God's creation.

- I can't find the reasons
you spend time with me, anymore -

There was something exceptional about
those nights we'd search for the Big Dipper
(the first constellation I learned about)
as we crossed over railroad tracks
three hundred feet before our church of worship.
But if I asked you now to gaze
through a telescope once more
or use our human eyes for instruments,
I know you'd decline, saying,

"the stars are too random, no patterns exist;
stop imagining there is more phenomena
to what is fixed in the sky.
You can read the seasons from constellations
but you can't predict or create love."

- Then, I had an answer, a notion that you
can't entertain a light already fatigued -

I don't believe our Universe is random,
but how did our relationship become just that?

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Written 9/0/5/14 during my Astronomy class. My professor was mentioning how the human race can't grasp "random", how the mind tries to find patterns, like in looking at constellations and connecting them with myths. I also have a memory of when our family first moved in this country town and this person and I would take walks down the road we lived on, late at night, and he would teach me about the constellations as we looked up at the night sky.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Hmm. Random, I like randomness. Spontaneous thoughts. Activities. Nonsense that makes sense. It awakens me. It gives me something to think. To contemplate. It kind of helps me analyze life. It's just that randomness is... well, random. It's a way to distract the mind. To open up to new ideas. To kind of look at life through different perspectives. You know, just random.

    Like uhmm, have you ever seen a teaparty? It's like I just boil water in a pot and I add those tea packages to my cup. Then I pour the boiling water while I stir with a spoon (nonchalantly). While at it, I kind of glance over the window at my right. At my right? What am I thinking? nop, on my left. right there! Do you see it? It's a frog. a frog on the road. Some ladies walking. Rather tiptoeing as if no body is watching them. They are hushing each other. One is tripping over a crack on the road. Other just took her heels. She is walking bared footed while the rest chuckle at the sight of green trees. they are too green. Too young that even the Winds cant rustle their leaves. Though Birds are flying over their branches as the frog croaks and jumps to a driverway. It jumps to the driveway where a man hides behind bushes. Those Bushes too yellow like the dress, one of those ladies tiptoeing, wears. Though her hair is brown or redish? I dont know but I always liked chamomile tea. It's kind of hazel. Like the eyes of that man Hiding behind the yellow bushes are but also like the pond in the driveway, where the frog jumps and jumps forming ripples Just like the sugar cubes form on my tea as I tossed them on my cup...

    reflecting images where I write about myself making tea while I glance over the window on my left.

    ---
    This just a random comment... I think As long as there are two dots, doesn't matter where they are, even if they were place randomly, then they can be connected. We can create a pattern. So that's why I think the human mind can't grasp the concept of random. Because there is a way to find a pattern to connect any two dots.

    If a relationship became random... Isn't it good to contemplate why? And also, to contemplate, how to connect the dots? So to see life from another perspective? I don't know... It's just too random to think about randomness not being able to have any connection. And in another way, it's kind of sad to see randomness without imagination. I guess, I have always seen randomness as spontaneity, and that can either be good or bad depending on the situation...

    • 9 years ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      I always feel contemplative reading your thoughts, thanks for sharing! I do see your point. There is some odd inspiration in the random, a way to connect to other possibilities. In a relationship, I think it is wise to ask why... I think time with another person, unexpected or unplanned, may be a wonderful thing, but if something is so random there is no real reason or motivation behind it, no desire or commitment from the other, what does it mean then?