There must be more than one kind of chaos.
Let’s say the easiest and the best forms of chaos became the norm.
That chaos became the definition of realness, because it is the most wide spread expression of reality and itself.
Its chaos-ness was ignored or forgotten, in favor of the realness it seems to be.
I’ve been wondering if reality and myself is just a bunch of chaotic subconsciousness.
It flatters people to think they are a person, to think they are in control of their life and their own body.
I think this doesn’t serve true on a deeper examination, though.
Chaos exists when no force exerts order against or counter to chaos.
We live in a world of allowance. I think a lack of an absolute God figure automatically leads to the idea that there is some degree of chaos in our world. A large degree of chaos. Chaos also does not obey laws or form laws usually, it is simply a phenomenon of space and time. When time and space interact, the whole process is a type of chaos.
Maybe some wont agree, but this is one of my latest inner thoughts about how the world works and who I am.
Most definitely. The chaos is there, but also there is the order. You can’t always remember what you want to remember and some times you forget important things for long periods of time. It’s not especially hard to get lost in the chaotic undertow of life itself through the various aspects of your own mind. I think the Universe has only ever spoken of a balance between chaos and order; where there is the known and predictable and then the random factor.
We can SEE this as we observe the Universe with modern technology.
I have another theory, though: chaos is only chaos when it can’t view itself properly. When it can view itself properly there is order. There is always order, but it doesn’t always see it. There is a natural chain of events; cause and effect. Or, when you view the entire picture at once from a singular perspective where the picture is flat instead of the whole that it is. Compressed upon itself to where nothing makes sense and everything blends together.
Drawing it out of itself shows the chain of events that lead to each thing in turn, but only from the use of multiple perspectives. I think the Universe exists to observe itself. When it no longer needs to do so, the Universe will no longer exist until chaos enters again.