random connections
I know that the title is something of a cliché, but the cliché makes sense in this case.
My latest philosophical experience with randomness was reading Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five, which I did a literary criticism speech on (outline and other goodies can be found on the page of published works). The point is brought up in Slaughterhouse Five, that the universe is just a bunch of random events, and we the human race is the odd and disjointed outcome. And, if we are to believe is such a philosophy then are existence amounts to nothing at all. Fortunately enough that is not the point of the book at all. For if it was, Kurt Vonnegut would be condoning the very thing he wrote in utter horror against, after viewing the people’s response. The firebombing of Dresden, WWII and war in general.