A Random Walker

   This is a story about what's been happened after becoming a random walker in a perspective sense.

   Some say randomness is somewhat synonymous with a mechanical point of view. Everything should be placed orderly and regularly in a chaotic status. If it deviates this activity, it is diagnosed to be mulfunction. But randomness doesn't share that point at all. Because since a moment that I've established an universal principle which is untouchable and unchangeabel, the randomness is losing its faith in autopurification and developing its destiny in extinction. It shares an idea such as a floating water is not rotten.

   Others also say that it lacks of unbelievable results that would be brought in a process of primitive and dynamic forms of life. They keep on arguing that one plus one equals two is not always correct when living organisms are putting together. However, uncertainty toward heavy burdens on subjectivity doesn't necessarily take a short cut to the destination or bring a magnifing outcome for the end. 

   It would be grateful to realize whenever there is a problem to be solved for a better-off situation, I could be one to change a course of direction as being a random walker, as long as its solution is solely geared to a problem per se. 

   Am I emphasizing on ideal beauty of it too much?