I do see the beauty in the rules, the invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
Whether you believe in order or chaos, in the end, it’s the same. We are either in control of our lives, or merely think we are.
Chaos theory isn’t exactly about chaos. It’s about how a tiny change in a big system can affect everything.
Without God, there’s no structure, no order. With no one at the wheel, we hit the rocks, it’s chaos.
Magic is organizing chaos. And while oceans of mystery remain, we have deduced that this requires two things. Balance and control. Without them, chaos will kill you.
The problem, Bernard, is that what you and I do is so complicated. We practice witchcraft. We speak the right words. Then we create life itself… out of chaos.
Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but they refuse. They cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.