Humans are odd. They think order and chaos are somehow opposites and try to control what won’t be. But there is grace in their failings.
In 1917, I signed up to fight the Huns in France. Good men died all around me. And I saw no reason for it. The rules we lived by were lies. And they didn’t apply to those who made them. I swore if I made it home, I would never follow orders again. I left a soldier. I came home an outlaw.