given enough time, a monkey smashing gibberish into a typewriter could feasibly produce the works of shakespeare.

borges's library of babel might contain the secrets of the universe, if only we could uncover the truth from every possible permutation of a text.

how beautiful, that the eye of the beholder detects meaning in infinite randomness.

how terrible, to imagine an undeniably human construct created through undeniably inhuman means.

maybe, if moths were to reproduce and evolve ad infinitum, eventually one would emerge from its cocoon with the image of your face patterned on its back.