Mr. Mu (August)
But is random really random, or does everything have a purpose or meaning that we just don't see? ^.^I’ve been thinking about randomness. About how such bizarre, disconnected acts, takes the most precious thing one individual, all individuals, possess and takes it and throws it against the wall as if it were some worthless toy meant to entertain an hour. How this randomness works in tandem with time, squeezing every last ounce of this jewel out of each possessor.