One the one hand we have systems. The chemical reactions which fuel much that is not stasis, with gravity, magnetism, sub-atomic interaction, etc. taking up the rest of entropic motion including the entropy of social systems, all these appear to work in a systemic fashion.  This happens and then this is caused to happen or some else because of some variable introduced or happening along the way. A person is an aggregate of systems working within systems.  The micro levels of nuclear, genetic, electrical, osmotic and chemical arrangements produce and absorb energy for growth toward decay and death.  The person uses these fluid micro structures to participate in macro combinations on personal, familial, social and governmental levels. The systems make up the person and define the person within civilization by the interaction with macro patterns. What is curious is the thought and emotional processes of a person, if they are indeed separate entities. They, too, rely on the  micro systems for survival, yet they produce apparently non-systemic items in such randomness that it is a wonder thought and emotion find their way into some synthetic relationship with the macro world swirling around a person’s randomness. Each of us, a New York executive, an Ethiopian child, a bride in sub-zero Siberia, is an organic machine generating formulas, plans, hopes, love, enjoyment, desire, what have you, as explosive as the Big Bang and as unstoppable even during or perhaps especially during sleep.  How are we not simply a global madhouse of random generators of randomness?  How does the micro system environment connect with the macro system environment through violent randomizers? Perhaps this is what Camus was partially exploring through Meursault’s random act of unkindness and subsequent apparent detachment. How is Camus’ plague-ridden Rieux different from Poe’s Prospero? Both suffer the consequences of random decisions and wild emotional swings, engulfed as they are by the micro systems which have come to disrupt the macro social organisms of their times. Both end as victims of random perhaps absurd plots of writers trying heroically to systematize and so rationalize that middle ground of thought and emotion bridging the micro and macro. My own writings here could easily devolve to random letters fgr bmbmdeoo klizzw. Spell check, that system with this program rebels with a red reminiscent of the Red Death if allowed to remain on the page. When the macro systems fail, if they fail on a truly global level, environmental collapse, nuclear war, population-induced madness, the micro systems will simply adjust, if they even notice a change. In this way if not in many others, the micro systems are so much bigger than we are.  Our thoughts and emotions have no impact on the micro level. Those systems have no use for our random production.  Perhaps this is where faith comes into play.  It is necessary for us to believe that our individual chaotic mentation and affect are part of a design, the design of the Creator, who either allows a place where the random is revered or has ultimately created a system within which emotion and thought are simply cogs in a gear turning within the cosmic system. Ultimately, I hope that grief is not a systemic component which fits nicely into the flow alongside joy or that half smile which sometimes rises with a cool breeze in the late afternoon of a hot summer day. How we cherish our moments.  While we tend to ignore them on the whole trusting the system is working and we fit in.