Chaos: (n) complete disorder and confusion.
I am sorry, Mr. Webster. Complete disorder does not create confusion, unless, for some reason, we are rebellious to the power of disorder.
But anyone who has lived through a storm or a cataclysmic earth event can tell you that Mother Nature is in charge. She has been appointed the arbiter of human affairs by offering forewarning her natural ways for those who do not stubbornly insist on only promoting their own agenda.
Religious people place God in the role of protecting us from Mother Nature, so that grace can keep us from needing to live a normal human life and provide free passes to the front of the blessing line.
Secular folks love pre-destination because they are heartened by the notion that somewhere there is a lottery ticket waiting–held by their soul-mates.
- Chaos is a way of keeping an even field, and using Mother Nature to enforce the playground.
- Chaos is not devoid of rules, just constantly changing them
- Chaos can be navigated if you don’t try to make your ship too big and unable to turn in the waters of difficulty.
- Chaos is what gives everyone a chance.
- Chaos has no favorites, no chosen people and no enemies.
Chaos is what breathes life into us and keeps us grateful, so that we don’t lose interest somewhere between the cradle and the grave.