Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance.

Anything can happen, and anything does;

In an infinite Universe anything can happen.

Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

It was the Age of Anything-Can-Happen, he reminded himself. He had heard many people say that on TV and on the outré video clips floating in cyberspace, which added a further, new-technology depth to his addiction. There were no rules any more. And in the Age of Anything-Can-Happen, well, anything could happen. Old friends could become new enemies and traditional enemies could be your new besties or even lovers. It was no longer possible to predict the weather, or the likelihood of war, or the outcome of elections. A woman might fall in love with a piglet, or a man start living with an owl. A beauty might fall asleep and, when kissed, wake up speaking a different language and in that new language reveal a completely altered character. A flood might drown your city. A tornado might carry your house to a faraway land where, upon landing, it would squash a witch. Criminals could become kings and kings be unmasked as criminals. A man might discover that the woman he lived with was his father’s illegitimate child. A whole nation might jump off a cliff like swarming lemmings. Men who played presidents on TV could become presidents. The water might run out. A woman might bear a baby who was found to be a revenant god. Words could lose their meanings and acquire new ones. The world might end, as at least one prominent scientist- entrepreneur had begun repeatedly to predict. An evil scent would hang over the ending. And a TV star might miraculously return the love of a foolish old coot, giving him an unlikely romantic triumph which would redeem a long, small life, bestowing upon it, at the last, the radiance of majesty.

You can touch everything and be connected to nothing.

Nihil est sine ratione.
[There is nothing without a reason.]

No particular reason for anything. ~I'm free~ And that is the main thing.

If there really is no reason to do anything, then there is also no reason to not do anything

The world is teeming; anything can happen.

You don’t have to have a reason to feel good — you’re alive; you can feel good for no reason at all!

I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn't mean anything? What then?

Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.