Jargonists: Random ain't random! ??

It felt like a revelation, a peak of a New Orleans hot jazz ensemble innovation or like a syncopated fundamental truth that had been eluding us in plain sight. As I delved deeper into the counterpoint of chaos and randomness, terms intertwined in my mind. As a child, knowledge and facts of math forever transformed my understanding of the universe—or should I say, my universe—tectonic shifts dramatically rumbled, revealing the crevasse of my salvation. It dawned on me that every person has their own universe, a unique and intricate web of occurrences, decisions, and so-called random events, all tailored to their existence. Yet, these countless, individual universes don't exist in isolation; they are part of a vast, interconnected expanse many have come to refer to as the Omniverse.

As a concept of wholeness within which is a hole, an Omniverse is an unimaginable collective of universes, an endless tapestry woven from the threads of every conceivable possibility and reality. It's an omnivore of sorts, consuming and regenerating in a perpetual cycle of creation and destruction, joy and suffering, growth and decay. This cycle oscillates like a spring through the fabric of time, a concept as elusive as the void it stems from—endless, infinite, and forever out of reach, yet intimately familiar to all of us.

As we ponder this, it becomes clear that what we perceive as random events are merely the manifestations of the Omniverse's intricate workings. ?A journey into the heart of randomness led us to chaos theory, a field of study that emerged as a beacon of understanding in the seemingly impenetrable fog of the universe's complexity. I remember first encountering chaos theory in the 90s, a period of intellectual curiosity and burgeoning technological advancements. It was a time when I was deeply involved in creating "The Chaos Times," a newspaper we founded in 1997 in Tallahassee, Florida, on latitude with NOLA, and alongside my studies at Florida State University. Our newspaper, aptly named, sought to explore and disseminate the ideas at the forefront of chaos theory, fractal geometry, and their implications on our understanding of the universe.

Chaos theory, for those unfamiliar, introduced a groundbreaking perspective: that within the apparent randomness and disorder of complex systems, there is an underlying order. This theory illuminated the patterns, the fractals, that recur at different scales, revealing a hidden structure to the chaos. Fractal geometry, brought into prominence by the work of mathematician Beno?t Mandelbrot, provided the mathematical framework to describe these patterns, showing how they repeat in nature, in the turbulence of weather systems, the branching of trees, and the intricate coastlines of continents.

Random isn’t random until you see that self-similarity, such poetical rhymes give us the ability to anticipate, a duality. In a response-receptivity cycle of profundity weigh, we patiently sit and debate, awaiting this our poem, to orbit around a cycle, a state.

Biting our tail, our Ouroboros muffled hisses sound as silence profound.? Silent as a whisper of a running stream down flows thoughts abound. The mind's tissues glow like green laser beams, bright and astound, in the dance of ordering chaos, where our fates come unwound.

In this cosmic ballet, where patterns emerge and astound, we find ourselves part of a loop, a fractal, confounds. Each repetition a variation, a hint or a bound, a clue to our universe's polyrhythm, every drama, sight, sound.

As we navigate this intricate maze, with hope we’re crowned, win discoveries within chaos, there wisdom is found. For in the heart of randomness order tightly wound, our paradoxical truth of understanding unbound.

This cycle of discovery, where our minds leap and bound, reveals the beauty of shared Omniverse, vaster than profound. Where randomness isn't random, but long patterns resound, a poetic rhyme of the Omniverse ever more astounds.

So, we see, first our purpose as a sea of self-similarity seekers, ocean-borne architects inspired by patterns discerned in nature, as reflections of our own essences. Quest then leads to unfolded understanding in the mirror of the world. We find ourselves crafting lives and societies without a blueprint but of all universes as our guide.

Let this understanding be our call to diversify our reality through enaction: embrace the sorrowful joy of shared existences, bittersweet symphony, this being alive. Let us sing the blues together in harmony, not as a lament, but as a celebration of our collective journey through the chaos and order of the Omniverse. It’s a joke, I’m one too.? Ha! This placebo works indeed, we’re alive enough to understand.? The punchline is us, so laugh and cry in the face of the infinite void of almost random. There solace shared melodies our human experience hums. ??