When I need to find calm in this chaotic world I try to answer traditional “wh-questions” about myself. I discover all the time different answers. Who am I? Certainly not the man I was ten, twenty, thirty years ago. What am I here for? Always difficult to answer this one question. Yes, ok, my wife, my son, relatives and friends. Yes, they are here with me. But they don’t know the answer, either. Where do I come from? Oh, yes, I do know where I was born, the places I lived, where I am now. But that’s not the point. Where am I going to? I know very well what I’m going to do tomorrow, where I’ll be travelling to, but it won’t be the real destination. When will all this end off? Nobody will ever know that, not even the best of Google’s algorithms will be able to give me an answer. Why did it all begin and why is it due to finish? The answers are found in the desire to start all over again and the wish to finish everything as soon as possible to see what is going to happen. All these questions have an answer in what I call “the random effect”. This calms me down …