This thing is pretty amazing. Paste in some Thomas Friedman and you discover he's a disagreeable twit with little to convey. Wait, I guess I didn't need Watson for that.


One glance at the resulting "profile" told me you'd fed it meaningless data before I actually looked at the input. Any program, no matter how good, will still try to produce a result with bad data as long as it's a complete set. Sure, you could add a subroutine where it checks its output and if it returns an irrational profile like this one it just says "insufficient data", but why would you? If you don't feed it a real input you weren't interested in the output anyway. Why would the software engineers bother?

The emotionality of a single word is subjective, but again you've misunderstood the nature of this program (and analytic software in general). It uses established patterns of words with a much clearer cultural meaning. Obviously machines don't have culture, so those are just a set of parameters, but the better those parameters are the more relevant its output becomes.

Humans will also try to produce results from bad data when its not obviously bad data. A check for bad data like your input would be easy. A check for bad data somewhere between that and something that would fool a human would be hard but doable. A check for bad data that would fool a human would be passing a Turing test.

Simply put, you can feed any machine bad inputs, and declare it useless when it produces a bad output. But you make that declaration knowing absolutely nothing about the efficacy of the machine in its intended operating parameters.


These results aren't in any way meaningful.


inhales smoke But numbers do challenge authority, man.



You don't prove it's not meaningful by submitting different data than it's trained to classify.


I did, though, because it tried to classify meaningless data. A program like that should be able to differentiate between meaningless data and meaningful data, otherwise it's not doing its job. There are parts of a body of text that aren't really relevant to the emotions of the author, and are mere vehicles by which to move from one concept to another. And while this bot looks like it was designed by a combination of the team behind the DSM and my Lit 200 professor, it fails to differentiate between which words are emotionally significant, and which aren't. My hypothesis is that this is largely due to the fact that the emotionality of a word is an entirely subjective criteria (much like writing in general), and therefor beyond the scope of a diagnostic tool.

But I upvoted you for your skepticism. I think you were right to question me for being misleading. I was also probably wrong to use such a definitive statement as "These results aren't in any way meaningful." In my defense, I was mostly reacting to my perceived notion that many might see this chart, and not question its validity as I have. That said, I think it should be more along the lines of "These results aren't necessarily meaningful"



You should be IBM's Watson.

Is what I wanted to say, but then I thought a one-line joke wouldn't be very meaningful. The upvotes later may be validating, but then again it may have been downvoted for being a dumb joke. Either way, it seemed a pointless exercise, so I wasn't going to post anything at all.

This post ended up being exactly what I was trying to avoid. Mimicking your self-perceptiveness was illuminating, but also a dumb joke. Fuck it, "save."

(Am I nothing but Reddit memes? Oh god, why? This post is too meta. There I go again. Every. God. Damn. Sentence.)

I'll be monitoring the response to this comment. I'll wake up in the morning and immediately check if people read it. I may have dreams about it.

I've been staring at it, rereading it, adding to it, and fighting the urge to revise it for the past 30 minutes. I've been debating whether deleting it or releasing it would be healthier. Do I want to kick this habit, or keep it? You know my answer.

TL;DR: I'm a hypocrite.



100% conservation. You didn't miss any numbers.


1% orderliness.

Apparently, I should've put them alphabetically, instead.



Several grains of salt:

Does anyone have any proof that this is IBM's Watson, or just a script with the same name?

I submitted numerous things I wrote and got a bunch of different results.

There's this thing called the Forer Effect, which says that if you give someone a generic description that supposedly describes them, they'll say, WOW, THAT TOTALLY DESCRIBES ME, even if it doesn't. This is how horoscopes work.

Hey there, IBMer here. My team works on Watson Explorer, which is a Watson-branded enterprise search tool/platform. I had a chance to build some demos that show off our integration with the new Watson services (which includes the user-modeling service), and I can confirm that this is real Watson stuff, and it's very cool.

At a high level, UM service basically just takes a bunch of text and spits out a gigantic object full of attribute - confidence pairs. Generally, the better your training data, and the more text you give it, the better your results will be.

In our case, we used a few different celebrity Twitter accounts as our source data. The personality characteristics didn't show anything that interesting, but the behavioral stuff did. Some of the highest-confidence characteristics were things like "12:00 Thursday", which we took to mean that most of these accounts are probably automated and managed by interns.

We published some integration examples on Github, if anyone's interested in checking it out: https://github.com/Watson-Explorer/wex-wdc-integration-samples

Thank you so much for your work. Not to suggest it is, but even if very approximately correct, this can be a great tool for self-improvement.

Side note: there are 47 criteria, which makes it for 70,000 billion combinations even if each one of them yields simple yes/no answer. We're unique snowflakes, aren't we?

Watson is so cool. How long have you been working with it? How has it changed?

I'm generally of the opinion that Watson is going to be massively successful because of how it's being created and shared. The things that you can do with information are really exciting.


It doesn't find my sociology discussion very agreeable. Neither did I.

Edit: but my HCI outline receives the same intelligence rating as Moby Dick. Clearly the machine is fundamentally flawed.


Can confirm this is IBM, we actually used this service in a hackathon / have been in talks with a lot of IBM developers about it. Bluemix is their cloud development platform, which provides the first "public" API to Watson services (among other services). There are other interesting tools like Language Detection (obv), Message Resonance (determines which words to use when crafting a tweet), and Q&A (famously seen in Jeopardy).

Wow that totally sounds like something I do, that was so accurate! b


I'm pretty sure it's IBM, its on bluemix which is an IBM development platform that has the ability to use Watson


I'm also suspicious about the apparent IBM link - there is nothing to suggest it is linked to IBM other than the title of this post...

and the results are pretty random


Yep. This is basically just reading your horoscope.


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Well, it was a joke.



Next level computer analysis.


Mine said 99 luftballons. :/

Did you submit Mein Kampf?

Luftballons, not Luftwaffe Bombers.


holy shit yagotme


For a man like that, 99% liberty is a total failure.


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SOMEBODY ALREADY TRIED IT! No!

I thought I would be original pasting it in but fuck that


Now do bozarking!


This was the first thing I thought to analyze too.


Was about about to try that myself but then I was like: "hold on, it's gonna be the top comment isn't it?"


I wrote some very average conversational type stuff and it gave me 44% intelligence.

I added random "big"" words with no context like solipsistic, qualia, salaciousness, etc. at the end and the intelligence score changed to 70%.





I got 100% intellect when I typed in that North Korea is the right Korea and we should praise the leader over 100 times.


Intelligence should not be measured by vocabulary strength, but about how you can apply your knowledge imho.

The issue here is getting a computer program to tell the difference.

I'm pretty sure Watson is the only one who doesn't know that.

Indubiously!


I don't know how accurate this is. I've put in several different things that I've written and each time the outcome was similar in some places, but incredibly different in others.





Find some famous celebrities you know well who also wrote books, then submit excerpts from the books. I think the Stephen Fry analysis is perfect.

We should let Watson loose on 4chan, just to see what happens.

I can't prove it but I'm telling you that Watson has pretty much been running 4chan and reddit for about three years on behalf of homeland security, among others.


Interesting theory, any leads at all though?

Better yet, paste in a chapter from Fifty Shades and see if Watson whips itself unconscious having to read all that bad writing.

"Your inner goddess is exceptionally insufferable."


Anyone else thinking of the playstation symbols


But it's green like xbox...conspiracy confirmed.

Pasted in a short story I wrote about a guy whose insanity causes him to bite his own fingers off. Watson says he is 100% agreeable.





I feel it has little to do with the content of the message and more to do with the connotations of the words that are used.


Very true, much of the story is dialogue from the voices in his head so its all things like do this do that.


I wrote down my life's bio in it. Watson kind of summed me up pretty nicely.



Did this too, and it was kinda nice to see.


Such emotion!




I just pasted a naughty word 100 times and got this. Someone guess the word!


fuck


Correct!



I apologize for nothing!


So did I... and got 100% Intellect and 100% Open to change, should be obvious what the word was.


Bitch?


Here's the next one.... Guess the repeated bad word (x100).



shrek is love* shrek is life

*up to 62%



Hitler would have loved this one, IBM.

He certainly liked your tabulating machines ...

Ehem ... this is awkward.

In all fairness, in 1937, the world mostly thought of Hitler as that guy that turned Germany's economy around, and the guy who hosted the Olympics the year prior. He may have been disliked in some circles, but he was still dealing mostly with internal problems at that point, and wouldn't start invading other countries until a year later.

It's not like they stopped doing business with him after the holocaust started ... not saying anyone else did either (see: Coca cola, Prescott Bush, etc)

Forget about the holocaust. There wasn't much information about that beyond rumors getting out of German territory until very late in the war. People tend to think of World War II as this valiant stand against genocide, when the reality was it was a more mundane fight against a couple of countries who were trying to expand their territory by force, one of which eventually turned out to be run by a genocidal maniac.

Edit: Basically, antisemitism, yes, everyone knew about that. Industrialized genocide on the scale that Hitler carried it out, that nobody really believed until they actually saw it towards the end of the war.

    People tend to think of World War II as this valiant stand against genocide

These people are called stupid and illiterate. Most of reddit, most likely. We all know how much the world loved fascism. Every industrial power was cheering that Hitler got to power in Germany. England was super happy because their business interests. Just imagine what would have happened with these relations had someone else gotten power, like someone more 'for the people' type of person and not someone 'for the business' type of guy, which was basically Hitler - the status quo type of person.

Imagine an Europe with communists and anarchists at the helm of politics in Germany, imagine them uniting with French communists and eventually with Soviets. Even though Soviets were considered by many western communists as a dictatorship blight that had failed the very moment it pointed guns at democracy, but imagine the difference. Imagine what had happened during Spanish Civil war had anarchists had germany on their side.

Perhaps world would have been too dumb and nothing special could have come out of it, but there could have been a chance that liberty could have been an option rather than pursuing sick nationalism.

I am so not modest

Here is the peice of writing I put in it.


Care to share the writing via a means other than Facebook? We may be few in number, but those of us who do not have Facebook accounts would appreciate it!

My own ego, straining at my heart rips out of my chest, leaving me to my own demise as I bleed faster than I've ever done so before; the hole that creates the newest orifice of my body gives the exit for my internal demons. The first one out is the sexually deranged fantasies, and my Ego is too vain to let it escape into the wider world. My Ego, about my height and only ever so much better than I ever truly was is imposing, it can easily take on my conflicting emotions of intimacy as it struggles to do anything in one direction for any length of time. With a sickening crack the material that made the head of the horrifying animal that was my deviance is broken by the left knee of the self-image, the part of me I'm afraid to look at, let live or let go of is destroyed as its skull is demolished from the brunt force of the imaginary patella. It crumples without ever leaving my body and the Ego retains its form, waiting for the next victim.

Or so it thinks, the small part of my conscious for control of my violent actions has sprung out, pushed by the others who wait inside. It savagely jumps upon the Ego, using its teeth on the fragile neck of what I used to think of myself; my own pleasure in violence destroys my esteem. What is left of my Ego after the Violence inside me gets through with it is barely enough to dissolve into fine grains of grey sand. My violence is nowhere near finished as it turns onto the crippled sexual deviancy and gives it what it thinks it would want and not want at the same time. Who knows if it can even feel anything after the smashing blow it took to the head. But this fight is nowhere near over, not for the Violent One inside me. It hears the ominous music of a theme song I've never heard.

As the musical echo of my entire soul plays, the dancing side of my life bursts forth, dodging each attack with style I never truly had, easily making my Violence attempt more and more deadly moves. It never comes close enough to the rhythmic figure to land a blow, however as it over extends itself the dance takes a different turn, an elbow straight to the back of the bent-over Mental Martial Artist. It goes down, providing the stage for the break-dancing side of my mind to lead into a routine it's laid out to take on the next abstract and anthropomorphic attribute of yours truly. But the agility and ability of this champion has nothing on my transparency, the flickering outline, my silhouette.

How I've always wanted to be invisible can't be seen by anything imaginary itself, but with my slowly dying eyes I can see it, the outline of my body shimmering in the air as it lands blow after blow on the figure, no longer dancing but tripping on its own inability to use its agility against its unseen opponent. It falls, unable to move as its broken body hits the ground with nothing more musical than a thud. The invisible opponent isn't the only one unseen however, the next characteristic character comes at him from the back, as the fight keeps moving away from the physical form that I should have been.

Empathy, never my strong suit, overcomes my desire to be invisible. The idea that we can share in feelings connects me to others, it's what gives me more power than anything that I could have been alone, drawing on the power of others it can sense my transparent neediness and envelops it in the false sense of security. The way I think others see me was even more powerful than my own violence. As my desire to be invisible works against itself, the desire for it to be unseen grows stronger, making it more visible to my empathy. My empathy has been violent before, I have fought with friends, for friends, for enemies and against enemies. It knows tactics I've never remembered, and as I close my eyes for the last time I've seen how others bring me from the darkness into the light kill my own desire to be unknown.

The list goes on for what I've been, what makes me who I am and what I am to others, the list of things is longer than I've ever imagined. The only thing that can take down my empathy would be my satire, a way to make something that hurts seem even worse for someone else. Sarcastically it compliments the escaped part of myself, causing it to turn and sense it isn't as friendly as it says it is. This is the first time the current champion gets a hit by the challenger in the tournament of the pieces of me. The reflection of my pain unto others works, my empathy not only receives its own force returned to it, but the force my Satire sends into its flurry of attacks and the empathic feedback literally destroys the side of me that once cared about others feelings by making it overload and explode in what seems to be a gory mess; I can feel it as it splatters on my skin, though I can't open my eyes to feel it. The wetness runs down my cold cheeks, tears remaining in a sickly way upon my face for how we once felt together. All I hear is one line "Felt that one did you?" and I know he'd be grinning just as much as I would.

Satirical Humour comes to nothing, no one liners marking it's end as my Ambiguity slides up behind it with its abstract hands behind the imaginary back. The one thing I can say is something else betrays my sarcastic humour, revealing it to be not as good as I thought it was. With no set task to be deciphered in the way the new figure moves toward him the Sarcastically Smiling Side takes the defencive, ducking under the fake right punch of my obscurity as the knife in its left hand finds the underarm of the dark humorous part of what was once me. The piercing knife comes into satire for one of the first time, instead of being the thing to pierce with words it is being killed by its own similarities with the one who kills it. Ambiguity kills Satire, however the jokes on him as yet another character rises to the top of the bloody mess that was me.

When the faith I had in what I believed comes into play, ambiguity tries to continue to play a part in the fight, but the decisiveness of my belief acts faster than something that can't get its act together. Ambiguity, pulled on by the possibilities of what could be lived by the sword and know it dies by the sword; a blade of light plunges through the figure of shifting colour, the beacon of how much trust in the universe I have shines through it brightly. Ripping upwards the acceptance of my fate gives the ambiguity of my life the finish it didn't realize was coming, though maybe it realized it at the last moment. We will never know, and as I drift off, so cold I've heard just some more of myself ripping itself to pieces. Faith has no way to beat the last one, and though it doesn't know what is coming to it it's already accepted what will happen. It's the nature of that side of me to do so.

The part of me I hate the most, nihilism shows up to claim the victory of faith, and it's not as simple as I wish it could be. Even my eternal soul feels the pain as Nihilism rips my faith to shreds, rendering nothing that can believe in itself and no one is left to believe in it. The part of me that deems nothing is right or wrong, nothing is real and pisses me off the most when I had thought about it whispers something I should have never have known into the ear of my faith, making it drive the sword of the light of my own life through its own heart. The pain is unbearable for the thing and as it begs from a higher power to release it from this abomination of a body the Nihilistic part of me could be said to be almost happy to oblige it; but then again it wasn't real in the first place, why should it obey the laws of abstract ideas anthropomorphizing out of a human being as he dies? The piece of me that seems to be bent on denial of everythintg around me, the part which makes me feel the absolute worst, just doesn't get this idea or why it is important to stay in character.

It's the question about why it should obey that brings the most powerful part of my identity, the defiance of my anarchistic ideals. Nihilism wasn't something that got along with my defiance, I had to defy the idea I didn't exist in order to feel this way. Obeying no laws my anarchism exists a part from me for no longer than it takes to kill my nihilism, which it does by reinstating my body to its former self. Using the unbelievers own weapons against him, denying that any of this battle ever took place the socialist libertarian of my spirit revokes the powers gained by the most hated part of myself, reincarnating the rest of my slain attributes in order to pull them back into my body. I'm slowly waking, disbelieving still, disbelieving any of it happened. I stand on my feet as similar things happen all over the world, people killed by being unable and unwilling to stop their pieces from conflicting enough to destroy themselves. As I gaze across the ruined andscape, there are foes still fighting over their masters body. All around me the parts of other peoples mental health battle it out to destroy one another for the right to be the dominant part of their personality.

I look at my hands and wonder why it was so easy for me.

Hey, I don't know if you were really looking for criticism on this piece, so feel free to disregard what I'm saying—

You have an awful lot of purple prose in this passage. Purple prose is text that is excessively ornate or descriptive to the point that the language itself distracts from its meaning. Sometimes you might want that, but most of the time, you're here to tell a story, not clobber your reader over the head with your expansive knowledge of adjectives and adverbs. Purple prose encourages long sentences that stack subordinate clauses in tedious lines, creating an uncomfortable 'suspended' effect in the reader's mind—essentially, they have to carry the subject of the sentence through the entire length of it until they arrive at the main verb, all the while having to absorb clause after clause about unrelated things. There's a lack of a comfortable rhythm in the sentences, with the result that reading it through is exhausting and confusing. Purple prose, for this reason, should generally be avoided.

I once had an amazing writing instructor really hammer this idea into me. I used to write like your average, boring high school twat who was felt he was "more intelligent" than my peers. All of which translated into needlessly complex sentences.

Her advice? Cut it out. Read your writing line by line and cut out every detail, quotation, and phrase that isn't essential to your message. Make everything as bite sized as possible.

It didn't exactly fully fix my wordiness, but it's something that's stuck with me all these years.


I used to have the same syndrome as you. Most of what I used to write sounded like it came straight out of /r/iamverysmart. I had a teacher tell me about how stringy my writing sounded. I had too much unnecessary verbosity, and I just had to drop that. I think that my overall writing has greatly improved since I excised all the "purple prose" from it.

I had a teaxh who said the same. She didnt say to exclude the words entirely, because skmetimes youll have a word that fits petfectly. What she said really amounted to "stop writing like you giving a statement to the police"

Thanks, Watson!


    the break-dancing side of my mind

Yeah, I could not take that seriously. You are trying way, WAY too hard my friend. Cut down on the pretention and go make some real friends.

Upvoted because I, too, am a Facebook avoider. All social media, in fact.

You do know that reddit is social media, right?

I don't consider it as such. Yes, there are people, but it's anonymous -- you don't see people's faces or know their real names, and there are far fewer publicity-driven famous people who are regular members of the board. (They do AMAs, but aren't on here constantly tweeting about getting their poodles mani-pedis and other dumb crap.)

I consider social media to be the big names like Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc., where the primary purpose is to self-aggrandize and acquire "likes" and other ego strokes. "Social media" is for stupid people. Reddit, I consider an "intellectual forum," outside the lowest-common-denominator mainstream. Kind of like comparing the shit-throwing monkey room of the U.S. Congress (Facebook/Twitter) to the Cabaret Voltaire or School of Aristotle (Reddit and other non-mainstream communities).

It may very well be a superficial semantic distinction, but Reddit is not what I think of when I use/hear/see the term "social media."

/r/circlejerk welcomes you with open arms.

He says, on reddit.

Hi, I'm Rod and I like to party.


Does Watson want your body and/or think you're sexy?


Meh. I tried it with several things I've written and got a totally different personality profile. One might be 80% in one field for one post, and 1% in the next.





This may be the most incredible thing that I've ever seen in my entire life (with the exception of a waterfall gif but it's different).


So, apparently to Watson, I'm an emotional wreck with no intelligence?

"Fuck u watson, gunna fuk u up m8."

For reference, this is what I wrote for it:

Hey, how's it going? My name is Charlie Brown sound. I'm twenty-eight years old and I am currently going back to school! I am a former United States Marine and I work doing security while I am in college.

I'm a bit introverted and like to keep to myself. I don't have a lot of friends but it isn't because I don't want friends, I just don't prefer to have a lot of company around me. The friends I do have, I'm really close to and care about. I tend to get angry from time to time but I think the people that matter understand that I'm a good person. I'm an agnostic atheist and bisexual. I also love video games, anime, and drawing. I hate ignorance in the world and I hate people treating other people with disdain. I want to see a world where information thrives before emotions.

I'm working towards learning HTML, CSS and drawing! I feel like even though I am old, I should work towards something I enjoy and am happy doing. I do have anxiety and I do worry about the future but things have been doing a lot better for me lately.



heads up, if you're going to learn HTML and CSS, it might be helpful to also try to learn Javascript. Some websites are moving to a system where you build the frontend of a site just in html/css, download it once, then communicate with the server to get info that you load into view through javascript. It's a versatile language, and people are even using it now to build the backend for websites. I don't personally know a ton of Javascript, I spend most of my time messing around in scripting languages (like the ever hated PHP, shoutout to /r/lolphp), but I know that you should learn it. I hear about it taking over the world or something.

if anybody else knows more than me though, please chime in

Thank you! I'm 30% on the CodeAcademy tutorial for it (Javascript), so I am learning the basics of it. I finished HTML and CSS a few weeks ago on CodeAcademy. :)

My ultimate goal is to be a web designer, for now. Maybe move up to doing mobile apps/simple games in HTML5.

I have to admit, it is interesting. Although I submitted two short works of fiction, both written by me, and got very different results.

This is fascinating info, but I feel like I'm missing the study guide for what all these charted elements of my personality actually mean.

For example: Why is the blue slice of my confusing pie labelled with the personality element that scored highest, while the other slices are labelled with the element that scored the lowest? What does 2% "ideal" mean? Does that mean I have very little interest in ideal situations? Because I know that's not true...

If anybody knows what this means, I'd love to hear it.

Pretty soon it will build itself a brain. Haha, imagine that.

90% emotional range. So I am only 10% dead inside.

I vomit a bunch of words, and it vomits a bunch of words back.

IBM's Watson repurposed as horoscope generator.

Sort of odd. I submitted several entries from my personal blog and got wildly different results with very similar writing styles. Not sure what the results mean... it would be helpful if there was an explanation of how it determined them.


from those symbols it seems more like something Sony made.

here's a quick way to find your longest post made on reddit:
/r/iamverysmart has some great stuff for this.

That was actually really damn impressive. I submitted a bunch of comments, texts, etc made by me (I think that's what it's supposed to analyze, right? as opposed to stories written by people, despite the default text...) and even though there were a few pretty big errors, a lot of it was damn accurate. A few of the brutally honest results were a bit hard hitting, even ( 1% discipline, 7% orderliness, 95% melancholy etc)

uh guys... you might want to take a look at this
When will they do this with Twitter?

I put some of my old cover letters into this and found some interesting numbers:
With that in mind, this would be a neat little tool to 'write the perfect email'

I am groot.
This is incredible.

I submitted an excerpt from Stephen Fry's book (from his website) and cherry picked the stand out values Watson returned. If you remember he is an actor, presenter, comedian, writer, former addict and sufferer of depression, famous for his public declaration of celibacy.

Postmodern essay generator

I put in seven different writing samples. I averaged and compared the results in a spreadsheet and highlighted the top and bottom 10% of all of the personality traits.
(I find this one to be the weirdest one of all because I don't think I'm that sympathetic)

Does anyone who's really interested in personality assessments notice anything interesting with my results? I agree with the melancholy, practicality, self-discipline, and dutifulness scores, but I never noticed the rest of this about myself.


The preface of Mein Kampf gives "99% openness"

I tried to post the whole text, but it gave me an error message.

Damn. Also extraversion at 4% haha. Well I'll give you that. Openness 56%? Well I'll take, for now >_>

This is Jay-Z's 99 Problems:

I Submitted:

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great, but what did you get?

I got intellect and authority-challenging to 100% with some random college bullshit-esque writing style. The passage I wrote is below.

In the face of danger, I would describe myself as calm and worried. Although polar opposites, the two descriptions can mold and mesh into a cohesion similar to planned panic. Not as if to say I am prepared to panic, but rather a complete loss of control is not present and a direct chain of events can be followed in a reasonable manner.

Not following this baseline, outcomes from differing situations can cause different outcomes. Variables are the shape of every-day problems, however, and cannot be controlled. This is what would lead to a series of events being cataloged and depicted in a frequency plane to show common emotions in specific events. While not covering every situation, the majority of emotions in a typical range are covered. As if by happen-chance, it would be so that new emotions flood and pervade us with new events.