We were birthed from chaos, and we shall return to chaos. That seems about as good as a description of the origin of our lives, and our universe, as you can conjure up.
We know this in our bones. We emerged from the vast pool of a complex stew of oblivion, and we will return. This order, this organization, this body, this vast space we inhabit which we are connected to, is temporary, always in flux.
Time does not stand still.
"It is enough to say that the Greeks thought it was Chaos who, with a massive heave, or a great shrug, or hiccup, vomit, or cough, began the long chain of creation that has ended with pelicans and penicillin and toadstools and toads, sea lions, seals, lions, human beings, and daffodils and murder and art and love and confusion and death and madness and biscuits. Whatever the truth, science today agrees that everything is destined to return to Chaos. It calls this inevitable fate entropy: part of the great cycle from Chaos to order and back again to Chaos."
Chaos to order and back again to Chaos. I think we are here to try to find joy and purpose and meaning in that crazy, unimaginable, impossible, bewildering, ride.
