The Universe as I See It: Order and Chaos
Posted by Universal Shift
Chaos and order are coexistent. The are entwined in a never ending cycle of destruction and restoration. People tend to view Chaos as an evil thing, but this is not true. Chaos is beauty. It is inspiration. Chaos is raw passion and primitive creation. Inside its swirling folds true freedom is recognized. One is not bound by the Laws of Order, thus they are free to become what they Will. Of course, out of this chaotic renewal breeds a new Order. This is the nature of the cycle. The biggest mistake people make is clinging to an Order be it personal, religious or societal. This binds them to a set function, thus limiting themselves as human beings and denying them the freedom that is ingrained in our nature.
More importantly, the system of Order is never permanent. Every government, religion or society eventually deteriorates and collapses. Those who hold to their systems deteriorate and collapse with them. If they don’t die outright, they spend the rest of their miserable existence trying to restore something that is dead and gone. It is those who embrace Chaos that survive the changing Aeons. However, those who deny Order also end up destroyed. Order always returns in some form or fashion. Those who can’t adapt to it are destroyed by it.
It is possible to remain faithful to Chaos while existing in Order. Those are the people that instigate change. When the cycle turns toward Chaos, these people are at odds with the existing world. People fear Chaos with such passion that they will harm or kill to stave it off for even the briefest of moments.
Take the early Christians for example. They were harbingers of Chaos in an Order that was falling apart. They suffered greatly for their Chaos, but won out in the end. The result of the early Christian’s sacrifce to Chaos was the establishment of the Christian Order which has held onto the world for over 2000 years. And today we see that Order deteriorating and Chaos rising again.
About Universal ShiftI am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.
Posted on January 11, 2012, in Author, Philosophy, Religion and Spirituality, writing and tagged Chaos, Christianity, cycles, government, inspiration, literature, Order, renewal. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.