What is reality,
but a logical manifestation of chaos?
Logic simplified for our tender sanities,
Framing the lines few dare to cross,
And fewer still dare to ignore.
It is from the womb of chaos,
That complicated minds conceive and birth,
The simple patterns covered over,
By the small comforts,
Human nature provides.
It is a cruel blessing,
And a commonly rare feat,
To be granted the gift of sight,
To see the fine, translucent string of truth,
Openly hidden in the colorful bosom of chaos…
It is within this chaos,
The elixir of wisdom is brewed,
The scales from our eyes are removed
And the gap in which the unknown becomes known
Clarity calls chaos… Mother.