The beginning of the end is an era of closure where mayhem is accentuated, yet order is at its best.
The chaos of things is not chaos in another’s eye, and especially not in divinity’s. Every random act is timed to the second, every catastrophe is meticulously designed.
All that scatters obeys a law that in unseen and yet to be understood. Randomness is not randomness in the eye of the opposing beholder; it is order in its most refined form.
Eruptions of chaos follow a pattern that only chaos knows.
Simultaneous eruptions of chaos make simple and perfect sense when observed from a distance.
Every morph from one form to the next is perfectly timed and shaped.
The chaos of these words is a perfect example.