In the past few days, apart from tending to business orders, I have spent considerable effort in decoding the random patterns of lottery and other similar forms (such as ocean waves, random number programs, etc).

To beat randomness, we must first understand it, and the process of obtaining this knowledge is not exactly easy. Suffice to say, to understand randomness is almost the equivalent of understanding the divine mind of the universe, an attempt, in moral terms, considerably “disrespectful”.

In my humble endeavors, I have found the common problem with all research done on randomness these days – we only apply the “sight-logic” to try to decipher something that obviously cannot be deciphered by sight alone.

We all know for a fact we have 5 known sensory organs, and if we were to separate them and perceive anything using only 1 of the 5 senses, the result, basis of analysis and drawn conclusions would be drastically different. For example, we cannot see music, or perhaps we can in the form of notes, but we cannot really relate to the beauty and emotional messages unless we HEAR it.

Theoretically, therefore, anything we might find random on sight may not be random to touch, smell or sound. In this light, I have laid the grounds for the deciphering of cross-sensory information, and have pretty come up with a theory to understand the random nature of the many things that we have once, and still, think is insurmountable.

At this juncture, I am actually feeling a little intimidated. Suppose the subsequent experiments actually shed useful insight to the topic, what’s next? Suppose the patterns and non-patterns eventually link, and successfully bridge the known past to the unknown future, does this spell the end of cause and effect? Will this denounce the very meaning of “endeavor”? Will all our worth be lost to the brutal truth that everything is at the end of the day purposeless, and we are merely a foolish bunch of organism lulled into believing we need a purpose, and that we actually have one?

I am halting by intuition, but then again, my curiosity will surely get the better of me. If the saying of “curiosity kills the cat” stands, I am perhaps, under the standards of the modern day, the best example of such tragedy.