论随机 - About “Random”

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-----“喂，虽然这段确实没有明确鼓点，但你也不能每次都卡不一样的拍吧！这样我跟不上你的节奏啦！”

-----“这些都是很「随机」的，我听到啥就算啥”

-----“你怎么一会想吃外卖一会想吃食堂”

-----“这些都是比较「随机」的，我也不清楚”

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最近校园里很多人在说「随机」这个词

引发了一些思考。原来只是想发给妈妈告诉她我以后可以读好ib哲学，后来我思考了一大圈，选择继续滥用随机的随机性发在这里，我的小天地！

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随机的时间，在随机的地方遇上随机的人，说了随机的话干了随机的事有了一个随机的结果，产生了随机的情绪导致了随机的行为。另一些随机的事件的发生和随机人物的出现又带来了随机的改变，最后过多的随机的叠加形成了不随机的规律违反了随机性的法则，所以更多的随机性打碎了之前所有的随机，一切从随机开始又复归于随机。

一方面，人们享受随机带来的浪漫。另一方面，人们又不甘于随机，通过寻找必然性的解释来对抗随机。人们告诉自己有些东西是命中注定的，试图通过消解其随机的本质来延续着浪漫的存在。一切美好的解释终究是自我欺骗，一切崇高的意义终究会坍塌破裂。随机性是对任何价值和意义的嗤之以鼻的嘲笑，是对规则和秩序的不屑一顾的蔑视。

就像所有构成你的粒子那样 -- 它们现在的状态只是万千随机当中少数有的几个“有意义”的状态。它们终将重新破裂而复归于更加广袤的随机中去。生命就是个玩笑。一个上帝把你组装起来，然后看着你散架的玩笑—>(下面是一张大笑的照片哈哈哈哈

自诞生以来，人类就尝试用自然科学和社会科学通过创造规律解释世界的随机，这活至今没干完。因为随着更多随机的出现之前的规律和法则总是不断被打破，旧的规律需要不断被完善，新的规律需要不断被建立。那些暂时仍未被解释的随机统称为例外。一旦旧的规律过多，阻碍了新规矩的建立，框架施加的限制超过了它带来的意义，例外不断积累，框架被压垮，人类便迎来了认知危机。这时一个智者会凭借一己之力建立新的框架，赋予事物新的意义。人们长舒一口气，紧张的心终于落地，感谢上帝。殊不知上帝正躲在角落里偷笑。

因为这都是随机的。

你我都是。

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（附赠一张很随机的照片，在半夜去荡秋千也是很随机浪漫的哟~）

English Version：

• “Hey, sure, this part doesn’t have a clear beat—but you can’t just change your timing every time! I can’t follow your rhythm like this!”

• “It’s all kind of... random. I just go with whatever I hear.”

• “Why do you keep switching between wanting takeout and wanting cafeteria food?”

• “It’s... pretty random. I don’t really know myself.”

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Lately, a lot of people on campus have been using the word "random."

It got me thinking. At first, I just wanted to send this to my mom, to reassure her that maybe I could study IB philosophy well. But after a long train of thought, I decided to embrace the randomness of that thought and drop it here—in my little corner of the world.

Random timing, in a random place, with random people, saying random things, doing random things, leading to random outcomes. That sparks random emotions, leading to random reactions. More random events and more random people show up, causing even more random changes. Eventually, all those layers of randomness stack up so much that they start to form a pattern—something no longer random. That breaks the law of randomness. So then, a new kind of randomness crashes everything again, and we go back to where we started: randomness.

On one hand, people love the romance of randomness. On the other, they fight against it—trying to make sense of it all, clinging to the idea of fate. They tell themselves some things were meant to be. That way, the randomness feels more poetic, more permanent. But every beautiful explanation is just self-deception. Every noble meaning eventually collapses.

Randomness laughs in the face of value and meaning. It scoffs at order and rules.

You’re made of particles, after all. The ones that form “you” right now are just a few temporarily meaningful arrangements out of countless random possibilities. Sooner or later, they'll break apart and return to the vast randomness from which they came.

Life is a joke. A joke where God assembles you, watches you fall apart, and laughs.

Since the beginning of time, humans have tried to use science and philosophy to explain randomness by creating patterns. That job is still unfinished. Because every time new randomness appears, old rules get broken. Old rules have to be refined. New ones must be built.

The randomness we haven't explained yet? We call that an "exception."

But when there are too many old rules, and they start suffocating innovation, when the limits of the framework outweigh its meaning—exceptions pile up. The framework collapses. Humanity hits a cognitive crisis. Then some genius appears, builds a new system, gives new meanings. Everyone exhales in relief. "Thank God."

Meanwhile, God's hiding in the corner, giggling.

Because it was all random.

You and I are, too.