Construct. Build in the rigid format of life, following laws of physics, chemistry, astronomy, mathematics, and life. Only these, within these we must construct our lives or they'll collapse.
A house in a tree
Is something to be
Ever and only in books and in me....
What if chaos leads to order? DO you think this all began, established itself in and abiding by the set rules of science? Is God limited to our understanding? Is he merely what he is to ourselves? Could not one of his rules be chaos? An agent of this is so much more meaningful than she who neatly places her life all in sets, in rows that already exist. But the agent of chaos--oh, wondrous Agent of Chaos!--brings to the world a new life, an new order. Limitation precedes transcendence, but bring yourself to find what the limitation should be, or all else is a meaningless, purposeless flop. We all fall head first, believing this appearance of intentionality, presumptuously assigned as the way it should be done, into the stream of Styx; but he dives with his heart, so that what follows is not the natural sequence of physical self, but an endless abundance of soul and perception. The complexity of it, for and instant, only an instant, is seen to me as me eye opens, opens, my eyeball is free-floating and more, I see more, and I see meaning in this muddle.
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