It seems as if the worlds’ religions tacitly understand that the deities they imagine are not different from randomness itself.
When they desire to know the opinion of their deity on some matter, they universally employ a random process to give the deity voice.
The flight of birds in the sky, the patterns of entrails left after the sacrifice is disemboweled; stalks of yarrow, tumbling dice, tossed coins; coffee grounds, tea leaves, scattered cowries, smoke on the wind.
The pages of a holy book are allowed to fall open at random; God’s is the hand that chooses the page.
Devotees of some god or other will always see their god at work in the workings of chance. We pagans, on the other hand, will always see our chance at work in the actions of their god. But the interesting thing is that when push comes to shove they need our magic to manifest their idol. Without pagan power, gods are mute. So it is with sacred groves, with holy caves, with the festivals of the year; so it turns out to be with the very mechanism by which divine intention becomes known.
“To divine” = to observe the outcome of a random process. ”Divine” = of or pertaining to a God.
“‘Magic’ is the total appreciation of chance”