Conversation: Random Chance
On a wooden bench in a leafy park sat two middle aged men, old friends who often discussed all sorts of topics. It was often a joy to sit across from them and listen to their conversations which sometimes bordered on the weird and other times absurd. Sometimes you would walk home questioning if you in fact existed but it was always a joy.
Jack: Henry you know what this world is?
Henry: No what?
Jack: Random Chance.
Henry: What are you going on about this time?
Jack: Think about it Henry, everything is this world happens at random chance. Take Russian Roulette for example.
Jack: It is a simple game which embodies the entire concept. You put one bullet in a six chambered revolver and spin it and then hold it to your head and…
Henry: Hope that today isn’t one of those days.
Jack: (Laughs) Yeah. Though there is more to it than that. You can measure the speed of the chamber, use some memory trick, do all sorts of math and calculation but what are you measuring is chance. A human endeavor to achieve control where there is none.
Henry: Interesting so what you are saying, I take it is that even though we can measure every conceivable odd and end of the entire situation with the hopes of controlling the outcome but it still comes down to random chance?
Henry: So are you going to argue some kind of angle on the human condition next?
Jack: Nope, just going to watch the birds eat.