Beauty In Chaos
I like to think of myself as a fan of chaos.
The funny thing about chaos is that if you pull back the scope, you're looking at order, no matter how chaotic.
Grains of sand on a beach, stars splashed across a night sky, the mere fact of temporal existence, is all an exercise in averages, means, order.
Search evolution: those that are best suited (the mean) to an environment, survive.
Search mating: those that are best adapted (the ideal, an estimated type), mate and survive.
Search nature: equilibrium is the guiding principle of all existence.
I cannot look upon anything in this world without marveling that for every deviation, there is enough of the norm or enough of the opposite to mediate an average. The universe exists in constant balance, in observance of laws, in relation to itself, a constant set of contradictions and reaffirmations.
I am amazed at the balance, and am assured by it that my chaos only brings further order.
I am obligated and proud to be the chaos that matches the order.