There's about a foot of snow all round my house. I shoveled the sidewalk and the driveway, but I hope that doesn't spell doomsday for the universe. Thank goodness somebody came along and knocked the snow back over an area that I had cleared! Who could have possibly known that these very snowflakes would come together in my yard? Watching the near blizzard conditons, it all seemed so chaotic. The notion of stochasticness seems so far removed, yet typicalness sounds much too ordinary. Maybe they're pretty much the same. I can't begin to fathom the unpredictability of all these unique crystals coming into my life. Each and every one of them has a story. I have a story. Alas, so many of them lie out there undisturbed. Their stories will never be known. Far be it from me to violate their privacy, but I can hear them unintelligibly whispering and laughing among themselves. I think the very lottery numbers I seek are right in my flower bed. Hmmmmmmm....