Of Combinatorial Problems and Statistical Conclusions.

Having had a good dump one fine morning and a scrumptious breakfast thereafter, while sitting in an undergrad classroom aeons ago, trying to unravel the many mysteries of Modern Art and Modern Fiction, I had casually remarked that any art form from yore that is revered in the present for its infallibility has come to be so as a consequence of a mere historical accident, or at best, a statistical conclusion that worked magic overnight by relegating the past, and redefining the future.

What prompted me to utter such profound words of wisdom that threatened to undermine the very existence of masterpieces and, in a naïve rush of adrenalin, attempted to usurp the authority of innumerable art critics and connoisseurs with one masterful stroke, I don't know!! All I know is that a string of failures at appreciating/comprehending the conventional, or for that matter unconventional, works of art acted as a definite trigger.

As what happens with all my enlightenments, it did not take long for this one to spill over to other spheres of my consciousness. In no time, I came to believe that all matters subjective, be they art or tech, life or death, could be resolved only by employing probabilistic and combinatorial tools like tossing coins, rolling dice, taking opinion polls, conducting elaborate and comprehensive surveys and deriving statistical interpretations out of the mindboggling mess of a data thus amassed.

Thus, to quote Einstein, and beyond...
God does not play dice. Man does.