Let us delve into Chaos and explore for a short while.

Remember, Chaos is not self-contained, for everything is Chaos and Chaos is everything. There is no outside Chaos, for even if there were, that too would be part of Chaos.

Most of Chaos remains disorganized, degenerative clutter, all matter that is, was or ever will be created, for in this sense the scientists have it correct:  matter cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed and reconfigured.

Chaos always has been and always will be non-sentient, never living, never dying, not thinking or acting. Any perceived actions by “the entity Chaos” are random shiftings like tree limbs in the wind. But if Chaos as an entity is all-encompassing, all-consuming, all all, then what causes these movements?

Another aspect of Chaos is ever-movement, constant changing. Throughout all of Chaos, clutter and disorganization shift about endlessly and randomly. No structure, laws or rules reign, only utter confusion that – perhaps in self-contained pockets and bubbles – organizes itself according to some seemingly logical structure. Science of one pocket may outright contradict and disprove the science of another.

But one cannot spend all day analyzing and observing Chaos, for although this would be interesting, the sheer randomness would do nothing more than overwhelm anyone’s senses. Creatures, beings, entities have all formed from Chaos, but cannot understand it and should not aim for such a futile endeavor. To understand would not grant control.

Thus we must delve differently into Chaos, not trying to understand all-encompassing grand panoramas but instead watching in fascination at the formation of bubbles and non-bubbles, pockets and unpockets, regions and unregions, sectors and nonsectors.

Chaos is full of activity, life and movement, as if it were one all-encompassing, live-culture yogurt, swarming and heaving in on itself, folding, twisting, ever-changing, constantly inconsistent and consistently inconstant. The randomness that is thought and intelligence strives to make sense of this utter chaos and motion, strives to see patterns, fails to see order, reaches and reaches, ever-achieving and never to true ends.

Survival is the goal of all living, survival in an undestroyed and undestroyable way.

But what are these areas and non-areas in which creations form their own patterns? What are these places where science rules the day, time conquers the night, and everything or anything of any important non-importance occurs or does not?

They are simply an aspect of Chaos. Yet within their own schemes, within their own eternities, they are vast, all-important, indestructible and absolute.

Let us look at one in particular. |Temporary Stopping Point of Post|