After breaking the roulette code, I did not seem to be the least satisfied. I’ve realized that the probable 6-figure profits were not as enticing as I’d expected them to be. In fact, the whole thing just became a record in the past, a pinnacle conquered; nothing more.

Broadening the perspective a little, I have shifted my interests to eradicating randomness. Through the past few weeks of research, I have made little or no progress. While I have been able to determine patterns within many scopes of randomness (growth, consciousness, lottery, blah blah blah), I have not actually found a one-off solution to perceiving randomness.

To be more exact, randomness is really a “possibility of the future”, and while we all walk down a fixed memory lane (the past), it spells nothing of how the future will turn out. All means of known mathematics and physics, theory of probability and non-local coherence, does not account or create a tool with which we can “look forward”. Our sensory perceptions only allow us to know for sure the past, but not the future. Worst still, while the past takes a linear form, the future pans out into an array of lines, totally incoherent with the past.

As far as we have gone, we have only managed the unsatisfactory statement that we know what randomness isn’t but do not know what it is. It seems that all forms and tests we have put forth to challenge this ultimate riddle of time have been somewhat misplaced. It seems as if the entities of past and future are totally disjointed, and hold no relation, whatsoever, to each other.

In a whim, I though of using cryptology to define the “hidden messages” in a string of random output. The idea was grand, but the implementation was utterly tedious, and in the end, I’m back to square 1.

Perhaps at this point it would be appropriate to revisit my purpose of embarking on this frivolous journey. I hate the notion that whatever we do, whatever effort we take, that we are in the end left in the mercy of fate to determine the outcome. I adore the idea of freedom, and thus despise the idea of a universe where (if everything is a game of chance), there is really no chance. In fact, the more I delve into the nature of randomness, the more I begin to see that the whole idea of cause and effect is flawed. Cause, being an item of the past, has no relation to effect; an article of the future.

Another random thought just popped in. Suppose we want to progress as a race beyond the boundaries of randomness (and that would truly be some kind of a great race, for we would be able to evolve exactly the way we want to), we would first need a “language”, a medium of perception and record, that transcends the barrier between the past and the future, creating a link to the 2 seemingly incoherent entities.

Ok enough of incoherent ranting…

The past couple of days had been quite fun, and a little relieving too. Since the long awaited program is up and running, it seems like short term (no in fact more likely, lifelong) expenses would no longer pose a problem. It is also, (and it has been long since I felt this way) refreshing to meet truly like minded people, with varied skills, and above all the motivation to see to the same destination. Goods that are meant to be delivered are delivered, and money meant to be collected is supposedly on their way.

I have recently been introduced to this “Super Star Avenue”, a talent show held in Taiwan, with a fresh concept of PK (like the RPGs), and a whole gang of great singers, 2 of which are seriously better than even the professionals. 4 of 7 days in the past week were spent on karaoke, more of an attempt to brush up my newfound vocal techniques and expression.

I believe this little exposure is more helpful than surface value. It made me see the “next stage” in singing (my little hobby), the breakthrough from a skillful rendition to a rendition of the heart and soul. It brings forth the paradigm shift of understanding the difference between good music and great music, and that at the end of the day, it is only music played by the moment’s soul that can be considered great.

I really don’t mind extending my karaoke frenzy into a short routine (until end of the month perhaps).