Proteus

How everything arises from the formless (but ever moving towards coherent order?!) randomness. Given a span of billions of years...randomness is like creative potential. Infinitely flexible in producing forms. Limitless in that it is not confined to any form. Even apparently finite forms (such as us, tables, particles, etc.) have their being, as it were, in the limitlessness of randomness. Randomness is empty because it is not really any of its forms. But true emptiness is in the fact that randomness so conceived is just form, while in reality it is anything but that which can be conceived of. And inconceivable is indeed what the experience of crossing the abyss of randomness to NowHere (nowhere/now here) is.