I like the word. Although I am not so sure if there is any use in embarking on such an endeavour, because the most important things in life don't really make sense and frequently won't matter either way.
Be it broken hearts, war or irresistible attraction to high calories. Life sucks one day and redeems itself on another.
Perhaps our human need to explain the universe is the one thing that propels us in the opposite direction. The more we learn, the less we know and we can either drive ourselves mad in trying to figure out if is it us, or if it's karma or if our marionette strings are being yanked randomly by some higher power.
I suppose what really matters is what are we going to do about it.
Postscript :Having a change of mind after lunch ( Tempe and ikan kembong I'd have you know) would warrant a rewrite of the above but I admit that I am lazy.
The left brain was a little disturbed that its counterpart suggests all abandon of dissection and critical thinking to obediently accept the pronouncements of the fates, and just wing it as it comes along.
Surely our study of history is testament that we look upon the past to find out why we did what we did. Sometime we even learn from it.
E.g. Don't arm dictators.
Don't buy hillside properties.
Don't drink beer and durian in same sitting.
It just occurred to me (with rare optimism) that we are on this never-ending quest of connecting the dots all for the sake of avoiding more conflict, generating more happiness and to finally finally arrive at the point when after the 1001th attempt, the lightbulb will not blow out and instead shine true.
It's the mother of invention, catalyst for creation and even basis of absolution.
So do I make sense?
So in the spirit of randomness here is a picture of a dog