Order is such a whispy fleeting concept, seemingly grounded. Chaos on the other hand can break out like a tidal wave with the smallest nudge. It can sweep over our realities and wash over our beliefs in a blink of an eye.
I think about this while stuck in the midst of a traffic jam. All those metallic machines with automotive parts, grinding and halting, fuming and impatient- my auto seeming feeble and fragile compared to the bulky Land Rover or the glistening Merc right next to me.
You also realize how vulnerable you are in that huge crowd of strangers. What if there was a person who came confidently, grabbed your bag right out of your hands and dissolved into the busy street right nearby. What can one do in such a situation but watch dumb-founded, stuck in that messy human-machine mesh.
Or when an apparently irrelevant discussion between two people is taken one step to far with a communal tinge. That one, mad spark between two people can collate into a communal catastrophe, a city burning, life-long friends turning against each other in the pretext of upholding a certain man-made identity-pride.
Chaos titillates Order in such a way- waiting behind a seemingly normal façade to jump out from the cracks and crevices when least expected. After all, Order is just a man-made concept, designed to make life run smoothly. But in whose mind was this or that order dreamed up and who has to bear the consequences of its fragility? Which made-to-order Order are we living by and at whose expense?
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