Quotes About Random

There was the obvious answer--it was random, senseless, genetic, environmental--but she didn't like that one. She also knew she couldn't sign on to any system that said it has all happened for a reason. So she took a third path, the pragmatic one. It hadn't happened for a reason, but they would find something to glean from it anyway.

The greatest mystery was not that we have been flung at random among the profusion of the earth and the galaxy of the stars, but that in this prison we can fashion images of ourselves sufficiently powerful to deny our nothingness.

It is a part of probability that many improbable things will happen. —Aristotle, Poetics, XXV

We're all affected by life's random outbreaks of beauty and brutality

Persuading a given rando is of virtually zero value.

random outcomes of contingent fate in an arbitrary and uncaring universe.

the president's views of foreign policy and the world at large were among its most random, uninformed, and seemingly capricious aspects.

Las cosas podían haber sucedido de cualquier otra manera y, sin embargo, sucedieron así.

natural processes do not take human desires into account. They are deaf and blind to our needs, and thus they are random in contrast with the order we attempt to establish through our goals.

alea is the class that includes all games of chance, from dice to bingo;

History is a sequence of random events and unpredictable choices, which is why the future is so difficult to foresee.

Because of our tendency to want what others want, and because of our inclination to see the choices of others as an efficient way to understand the world, our social networks can magnify what starts as an essentially random variation.

Ett val som bygger på nätverksteori kan vara sjuhundra gånger effektivare och mer ändamålsenligt [än ett slumpmässigt urval].

It was hit or miss

There is no truth. Life is just a series of coincidences, accidents and random urges which we carefully forge – for our own, sick reasons – into a convenient design. Everything is arbitrary. Only art exists to make the arbitrary congeal. Not memory or God or love, even. Only art. The truth is simply an idea, a structure which we employ – in very small doses – to render life bearable. It's just a convenient mechanism.

Forest Fires: the Fractal Boundary Imagine a plantation of evenly spaced trees on a very hot, dry day. As the temperature soars, the odd leaf or twig ignites, sending a whole tree up in flames. This is an essentially random process – the factors involved are beyond our powers of prediction. But once a tree is in flames, the fire easily spreads to neighbouring trees, and this process can now be modelled with iterative techniques.

I believe that Ashby's brilliant idea of the unpurposeful random mechanism which seeks for its own purpose through a process of learning is not only one of the great philosophical contributions of the present day, but will lead to highly useful technical developments in the task of automatization. Not only can we build purpose into machines, but in an overwhelming majority of cases a machine designed to avoid certain pitfalls of breakdown will look for purposes which it can fulfill.

My own feeling is that human happiness is a very random thing, and bestows itself willy-nilly, and theres not much deserving about the matter.

People see stories everywhere...We take random events and we put them together in a pattern so we can comfort ourselves with a story, no matter how much it obviously isn't true...We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.

We take random events and we put them together in a pattern so we can comfort ourselves with a story, no matter how much it obviously isn't true.

I tend to think that everything counts. In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.

It was a weird mélange of alien architectures, as if these were buildings snatched at random from all times and places and reassembled in haste to line the bus's route in sinister fashion.

We trust people's lives to randomly selected juries as the only fair method; should we use any less fair method for a nation or a planet?