life is lottery.

A friend once told me her theory on how things came to be, and I don't know if that changed the way I see things, but it was strong enough for me to make me never forget it.

The typewriting-monkeys theory goes something like this: picture one million monkeys on one million typewriters just mashing the keys for a good amount of time. Eventually one of the will come up with a word or two, but also, like winning the lottery, one of those unsuspecting monkeys would actually manage to type a whole sentence and that sentence basically represents the universe as we see it now.

Some people out there would probably feel kinda depressed when taking in this idea, that life as we know it is no more than a chaotic mass of trial & error situations that struggled for millenia to eventually come up with this fucked up existence that most people perceive as perfect, just because they picture it having been created by the father they always wanted. Phew. Am I depressing you? Stop reading this.

So... Yeah. Like I said be4, this may not be the version I officially choose to believe, but it certainly is more meaningful to me than some fantastic story that is shy of elves and orcs to become another of Tolkien's books. And let it be clear that my friend didn't, obviously, invent this theory, but it's what she believes in, just like it's what many people believe in. It certainly explains cancer, global warming and other crap happening all around us; Stuff is going wrong every second in the world and while people bother feeling conflicted and hopeless questioning why their almighty savior would allow such a thing, it brings me comfort to think that God isn't a naughty/bored kid with a magnifying lens on a very, very sunny day. Makes sense, doesn't it?