Most of the time the random nature of the universe causes great tragedy or at least stupid inconvenience.
Sometimes random is funny. A chance snapshot turns into an accidental moment of delight, leaving us not to wonder in any significance, only laughing at the caught moment.
Occasionally, however, random elements collide and suddenly existence seems to make sense.
Of course it all may be illusion, but I have to believe the illusion is merely our perspective. Like a painting by Monet or Seurat. If we press our noses to the canvas we only see dots of color; if we step back, images begin to emerge: a flower petal, light against water, perhaps a face, the handle of a parasol, maybe a lake. Only by stepping even further away might we see a pond of lilies or a group of people enjoying a Sunday afternoon in a park.
Random chance has brought a twist in my life; how happy am I that I can look not for the shadows in it but the color, the light, and the humor.
