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>Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit.

Henry Adams

The best among our writers are doing their accustomed work of mirroring what is deep in the spirit of our time; if chaos appears in those mirrors, we must have faith that in the future, as always in the past, that chaos will slowly reveal itself as a new aspect of order.

Robertson Davies

>Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,-- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.     _Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 13._

The lightning is the shorthand of the storm, / That tells of chaos.

_Eric Mackay._

There seems to be a kind of order in the universe, in the movement of the stars and the turning of the earth and the changing of the seasons, and even in the cycle of human life. But human life itself is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own rights and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.

Katherine Anne Porter

There was once a line marked out by God, through which were divided Heaven and Hell. And thus was chaos banished from the world. The Devil created lawyers to make amends. They argued the thickness of the line until there was room enough within it for all the sins of men to fit. And all the sins of women too. – The Bullet Catcher’s Handbook

Rod Duncan

I believe that order is better than chaos, creation better than destruction. I prefer gentleness to violence, forgiveness to vendetta. I believe that in spite of the recent triumphs of science, men haven't changed much in the last two thousand years; and in consequence we must still try to learn from history. History is ourselves.

Kenneth Clark

Divine moment, when over the tempest-tossed soul, as over the wild-weltering chaos, it was spoken: Let there be light. Even to the greatest that has felt such a moment, is it not miraculous and God-announcing; even as, under simpler figures, to the humblest and least?

_Carlyle._

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Venus and Adonis. Line 1019._

Love the battle between chaos and imagination.

Robert Fulghum

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, / But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, / Chaos is come again.

_Othello_, iii. 3.

There is no side of the human mind which physiological study leaves uncultivated. Connected by innumerable ties with abstract science, Physiology is yet in the most intimate relation with humanity; and by teaching us that law and order, and a definite scheme of development, regulate even the strangest and wildest manifestations of individual life, she prepares the student to look for a coal even amidst the erratic wanderings of mankind, and to believe that history offers something more than an entertaining chaos--a journal of a toilsome, tragi-comic march nowhither.

T. H. Huxley     Aphorisms and Reflections from the Works of T. H. Huxley

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.     _Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._

Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But as the world, harmoniously confus'd, Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.

ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.     _Windsor Forest. Line 13._

Before abstraction everything is one, but one like chaos; after abstraction everything is united again, but this union is a free binding of autonomous, self-determined beings. Out of a mob a society has developed, chaos has been transformed into a manifold world.

Novalis

What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe!

BLAISE PASCAL. 1623-1662.     _Thoughts. Chap. x. 1._

There is much mystery in Biology. "We know all but nothing of Life" yet, nothing of development. There is the same mystery in the spiritual Life. But the great lines are the same, as decided, as luminous; and the laws of natural and spiritual are the same, as unerring, as simple. Will everything else in the natural world unfold its order, and yield to Science more and more a vision of harmony, and Religion, which should complement and perfect all, remain a chaos? Natural Law, p. 294.

Henry Drummond     Beautiful Thoughts

Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything, creating chaos. You wait for the dust to settle, and then you choose. You can live in the wreckage and pretend it's still the mansion you remember. Or you can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild.

Kristen Bell as "Veronica" in Veronica Mars episode "Meet John Smith" (originally aired 12 October 2004

I am anti-entropy. My work is foursquare for chaos. I spend my life personally, and my work professionally, keeping the soup boiling. Gadfly is what they call you when you are no longer dangerous; I much prefer troublemaker, malcontent, desperado. I see myself as a combination of Zorro and Jiminy Cricket. My stories go out from here and raise hell. From time to time some denigrator or critic with umbrage will say of my work, "He only wrote that to shock." I smile and nod. Precisely.

Harlan Ellison

Human life itself may be almost pure chaos, but the work of the artist — the only thing he's good for — is to take these handfuls of confusion and disparate things, things that seem to be irreconcilable, and put them together in a frame to give them some kind of shape and meaning. Even if it's only his view of a meaning. That's what he's for — to give his view of life.

Katherine Anne Porter

He had decided long ago that no Situation had any objective reality: it only existed in the minds of those who happened to be in on it at any specific moment. … The only consolation he drew from the present chaos was that his theory managed to explain it.

Thomas Pynchon

The world exists by change, and but for that / All matter would to chaos back / To form a pillar for a sleeping god.

_Anon._

Man is the Missionary of Order; he is the servant not of the devil and chaos, but of God and the universe.

_Carlyle._

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, / And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.

_Shakespeare._

The fear of freedom is strong in us. We call it chaos or anarchy, and the words are threatening. We live in a true chaos of contradicting authorities, an age of conformism without community, of proximity without communication. We could only fear chaos if we imagined that it was unknown to us, but in fact we know it very well.

Germaine Greer (born 29 January 1939

No chaos can continue chaotic with a soul in it.

_Carlyle._

The capacity to produce social chaos is the last resort of desperate people.

Cornel West

I think television has betrayed the meaning of democratic speech, adding visual chaos to the confusion of voices. What role does silence have in all this noise?

Federico Fellini

I perceive the world in fragments. It is somewhat like being on a very fast train and getting glimpses of things in strange scales as you pass by. A person can be very, very tiny. And a billboard can make a person very large. You see the corner of a house or you see a bird fly by, and it's all fragmented. Somehow, in painting I try to make some logic out of the world that has been given to me in chaos. I have a very pretentious idea that I want to make life, I want to make sense out of it. The fact that I am doomed to failure that doesnt deter me in the least.

Grace Hartigan

What a chimæra then is man! how strange and monstrous! a chaos, a contradiction, a prodigy. Judge of all things, yet a weak earth-worm; depositary of truth, yet a cesspool of uncertainty and error; the glory and offscouring of the Universe.

Blaise Pascal     The Thoughts of Blaise Pascal

>Chaos needs no allies, for it dwells like a poison in every one of us.

Steven Erikson

This is the great problem of mankind. We have inherited a large house, a great ‘world house’ in which we have to live together, black and white, Easterner and Westerner, Gentile and Jew, Catholic and Protestant, Moslem and Hindu, a family unduly separated in ideas, culture and interest, who because we can never live apart, must live with each other in peace. However deeply American Negroes are caught in the struggle to be at last home in our homeland of the U.S., we cannot ignore the larger world house in which we are also dwellers. Equality with whites will not solve the problems of either whites or Negroes if it means equality in a world society stricken by poverty, and in a universe doomed to extinction by war.” [From Where Do We Go From Here: Chaos or Community? (p. 167). Quoted in In Love We Trust , by Virgil A. Wood, 2004.]

King Jr., Martin Luther.

Think only what it was to believe in an order of the world, though it be no more at first than a belief that the sun will never overstep his bounds. It was all the difference between a chaos and a cosmos, between the blind play of chance and an intelligible and therefore an intelligent providence. How many souls, even now when everything else has failed them, when they have parted with the most cherished convictions of their childhood, when their faith in man has been poisoned, and when the apparent triumph of all that is selfish, ignoble, and hideous has made them throw up the cause of truth, of righteousness, and innocence as no longer worth fighting for, at least in this world; how many, I say, have found their last peace and comfort in the contemplation of the order of the world, whether manifested in the unvarying movement of the stars, or revealed in the unvarying number of the petals and stamens and pistils of the smallest forget-me-not. How many have felt that to belong to this cosmos, to this beautiful order of nature, is something at least to rest on, something to trust, something to believe, when everything else has failed. To us, this perception of law and order in the world may seem very little, but to the ancient dwellers on earth, who had little else to support them, it was everything because, if once perceived, if once understood, it could never be taken from them.

Friedrich Max Müller     Thoughts on Life and Religion

Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.

JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.     _Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 540._

Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.

JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.     _Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894._

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire Chaos is restor'd, Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.

ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.     _The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 649._

You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Who then can withhold credence and adoration to so divine a light? For it is clearer than day that we feel within ourselves indelible characters of goodness; and it is equally true that we experience every hour the effects of our deplorable condition. This chaos then, this monstrous confusion, does but proclaim the truth of these two states, with a voice so powerful that it cannot be resisted.

Blaise Pascal     The Thoughts of Blaise Pascal

The second condition is really quite as plainly indispensable as the first, if one thinks seriously about the matter. It is social stability. Society-is stable when the wants of its members obtain as much satisfaction as, life being what it is, common sense and experience show may be reasonably expected. Mankind, in general, care very little for forms of government or ideal considerations of any sort; and nothing really stirs the great multitude to break with custom and incur the manifest perils of revolt except the belief that misery in this world, or damnation in the next, or both, are threatened by the continuance of the state of things in which they have been brought up. But when they do attain that conviction, society becomes as unstable as a package of dynamite, and a very small matter will produce the explosion which sends it back to the chaos of savagery.

T. H. Huxley     Aphorisms and Reflections from the Works of T. H. Huxley

X windows:

    The ultimate bottleneck.

    Flawed beyond belief.

    The only thing you have to fear.

    Somewhere between chaos and insanity.

    On autopilot to oblivion.

    The joke that kills.

    A disgrace you can be proud of.

    A mistake carried out to perfection.

    Belongs more to the problem set than the solution set.

    To err is X windows.

    Ignorance is our most important resource.

    Complex nonsolutions to simple nonproblems.

    Built to fall apart.

    Nullifying centuries of progress.

    Falling to new depths of inefficiency.

    The last thing you need.

    The defacto substandard.

Elevating brain damage to an art form.

    X windows.

Fortune Cookie

You know what we can be like:  See a guy and think he's cute one minute, the

next minute our brains have us married with kids, the following minute we see

him having an extramarital affair.  By the time someone says "I'd like you to

meet Cecil," we shout, "You're late again with the child support!"

        -- Cynthia Heimel, "A Girl's Guide to Chaos"

Fortune Cookie

...I don't care for the term 'mechanistic'. The word 'cybernetic' is a lot

more apropos. The mechanistic world-view is falling further and further behind

the real world where even simple systems can produce the most marvelous

>chaos.

        -- Peter da Silva

Fortune Cookie

A man would still do something out of sheer perversity - he would create

destruction and chaos - just to gain his point... and if all this could in

turn be analyzed and prevented by predicting that it would occur, then man

would deliberately go mad to prove his point.

        -- Feodor Dostoevsky, "Notes From the Underground"

Fortune Cookie

I accept chaos.  I am not sure whether it accepts me.  I know some people

are terrified of the bomb.  But then some people are terrified to be seen

carrying a modern screen magazine.  Experience teaches us that silence

terrifies people the most.

        -- Bob Dylan

Fortune Cookie

    "We're running out of adjectives to describe our situation.  We

had crisis, then we went into chaos, and now what do we call this?" said

Nicaraguan economist Francisco Mayorga, who holds a doctorate from Yale.

        -- The Washington Post, February, 1988

The New Yorker's comment:

    At Harvard they'd call it a noun.

Fortune Cookie

    A doctor, an architect, and a computer scientist were arguing about

whose profession was the oldest.  In the course of their arguments, they

got all the way back to the Garden of Eden, whereupon the doctor said, "The

medical profession is clearly the oldest, because Eve was made from Adam's

rib, as the story goes, and that was a simply incredible surgical feat."

    The architect did not agree.  He said, "But if you look at the Garden

itself, in the beginning there was chaos and void, and out of that the Garden

and the world were created.  So God must have been an architect."

    The computer scientist, who'd listened carefully to all of this, then

commented, "Yes, but where do you think the chaos came from?"

Fortune Cookie

>Chaos is King and Magic is loose in the world.

Fortune Cookie

As in Protestant Europe, by contrast, where sects divided endlessly into

smaller competing sects and no church dominated any other, all is different

in the fragmented world of IBM.  That realm is now a chaos of conflicting

norms and standards that not even IBM can hope to control.  You can buy a

computer that works like an IBM machine but contains nothing made or sold by

IBM itself.  Renegades from IBM constantly set up rival firms and establish

standards of their own.  When IBM recently abandoned some of its original

standards and decreed new ones, many of its rivals declared a puritan

allegiance to IBM's original faith, and denounced the company as a divisive

innovator.  Still, the IBM world is united by its distrust of icons and

imagery.  IBM's screens are designed for language, not pictures.  Graven

images may be tolerated by the luxurious cults, but the true IBM faith relies

on the austerity of the word.

        -- Edward Mendelson, "The New Republic", February 22, 1988

Fortune Cookie

The eye is a menace to clear sight, the ear is a menace to subtle hearing,

the mind is a menace to wisdom, every organ of the senses is a menace to its

own capacity. ...  Fuss, the god of the Southern Ocean, and Fret, the god

of the Northern Ocean, happened once to meet in the realm of Chaos, the god

of the center.  Chaos treated them very handsomely and they discussed together

what they could do to repay his kindness.  They had noticed that, whereas

everyone else had seven apertures, for sight, hearing, eating, breathing and

so on, Chaos had none.  So they decided to make the experiment of boring holes

in him.  Every day they bored a hole, and on the seventh day, Chaos died.

        -- Chuang Tzu

Fortune Cookie

"The fundamental purpose animating the Faith of God and His Religion is to

safeguard the interests and promote the unity of the human race, and to foster

the spirit of love and fellowship amongst men. Suffer it not to become a source

of dissension and discord, of hate and enmity."

"Religion is verily the chief instrument for the establishment of order in the

 world and of tranquillity amongst it's peoples...The greater the decline of

 religion, the more grievous the waywardness of the ungodly. This cannot but

 lead in the end to chaos and confusion."

        -- Baha'u'llah, a selection from the Baha'i scripture

Fortune Cookie

The truth is, that they were less safe than Jean Valjean fancied. Perils of another sort and no less serious were awaiting them, perchance. After the lightning-charged whirlwind of the combat, the cavern of miasmas and traps; after chaos, the sewer. Jean Valjean had fallen from one circle of hell into another.

Victor Hugo     Les Miserables

Thus,--and in the exaggeration of anguish, and the optical illusion of consternation, all that might have corrected and restrained this impression was effaced, and society, and the human race, and the universe were, henceforth, summed up in his eyes, in one simple and terrible feature,--thus the penal laws, the thing judged, the force due to legislation, the decrees of the sovereign courts, the magistracy, the government, prevention, repression, official cruelty, wisdom, legal infallibility, the principle of authority, all the dogmas on which rest political and civil security, sovereignty, justice, public truth, all this was rubbish, a shapeless mass, chaos; he himself, Javert, the spy of order, incorruptibility in the service of the police, the bull-dog providence of society, vanquished and hurled to earth; and, erect, at the summit of all that ruin, a man with a green cap on his head and a halo round his brow; this was the astounding confusion to which he had come; this was the fearful vision which he bore within his soul.

Victor Hugo     Les Miserables

The point which we consider it our duty to note is, that outside of and beyond his faith, as it were, the Bishop possessed an excess of love. It was in that quarter, quia multum amavit,--because he loved much--that he was regarded as vulnerable by "serious men," "grave persons" and "reasonable people"; favorite locutions of our sad world where egotism takes its word of command from pedantry. What was this excess of love? It was a serene benevolence which overflowed men, as we have already pointed out, and which, on occasion, extended even to things. He lived without disdain. He was indulgent towards God's creation. Every man, even the best, has within him a thoughtless harshness which he reserves for animals. The Bishop of D---- had none of that harshness, which is peculiar to many priests, nevertheless. He did not go as far as the Brahmin, but he seemed to have weighed this saying of Ecclesiastes: "Who knoweth whither the soul of the animal goeth?" Hideousness of aspect, deformity of instinct, troubled him not, and did not arouse his indignation. He was touched, almost softened by them. It seemed as though he went thoughtfully away to seek beyond the bounds of life which is apparent, the cause, the explanation, or the excuse for them. He seemed at times to be asking God to commute these penalties. He examined without wrath, and with the eye of a linguist who is deciphering a palimpsest, that portion of chaos which still exists in nature. This revery sometimes caused him to utter odd sayings. One morning he was in his garden, and thought himself alone, but his sister was walking behind him, unseen by him: suddenly he paused and gazed at something on the ground; it was a large, black, hairy, frightful spider. His sister heard him say:--

Victor Hugo     Les Miserables

These carriages, or to speak more correctly, these wagon-loads of maskers are very familiar to Parisians. If they were missing on a Shrove Tuesday, or at the Mid-Lent, it would be taken in bad part, and people would say: "There's something behind that. Probably the ministry is about to undergo a change." A pile of Cassandras, Harlequins and Columbines, jolted along high above the passers-by, all possible grotesquenesses, from the Turk to the savage, Hercules supporting Marquises, fishwives who would have made Rabelais stop up his ears just as the Maenads made Aristophanes drop his eyes, tow wigs, pink tights, dandified hats, spectacles of a grimacer, three-cornered hats of Janot tormented with a butterfly, shouts directed at pedestrians, fists on hips, bold attitudes, bare shoulders, immodesty unchained; a chaos of shamelessness driven by a coachman crowned with flowers; this is what that institution was like.

Victor Hugo     Les Miserables

And now (the sacred altars plac'd around) The priestess enters, with her hair unbound, And thrice invokes the pow'rs below the ground. Night, Erebus, and Chaos she proclaims, And threefold Hecate, with her hundred names, And three Dianas: next, she sprinkles round With feign'd Avernian drops the hallow'd ground; Culls hoary simples, found by Phoebe's light, With brazen sickles reap'd at noon of night; Then mixes baleful juices in the bowl, And cuts the forehead of a newborn foal, Robbing the mother's love. The destin'd queen Observes, assisting at the rites obscene; A leaven'd cake in her devoted hands She holds, and next the highest altar stands: One tender foot was shod, her other bare; Girt was her gather'd gown, and loose her hair. Thus dress'd, she summon'd, with her dying breath, The heav'ns and planets conscious of her death, And ev'ry pow'r, if any rules above, Who minds, or who revenges, injur'd love.

Virgil     The Aeneid

THAT was Tom's great secret--the scheme to return home with his brother pirates and attend their own funerals. They had paddled over to the Missouri shore on a log, at dusk on Saturday, landing five or six miles below the village; they had slept in the woods at the edge of the town till nearly daylight, and had then crept through back lanes and alleys and finished their sleep in the gallery of the church among a chaos of invalided benches.

Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)     The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

Marius, up to that time solitary and inclined to soliloquy, and to asides, both by habit and by taste, was a little fluttered by this covey of young men around him. All these various initiatives solicited his attention at once, and pulled him about. The tumultuous movements of these minds at liberty and at work set his ideas in a whirl. Sometimes, in his trouble, they fled so far from him, that he had difficulty in recovering them. He heard them talk of philosophy, of literature, of art, of history, of religion, in unexpected fashion. He caught glimpses of strange aspects; and, as he did not place them in proper perspective, he was not altogether sure that it was not chaos that he grasped. On abandoning his grandfather's opinions for the opinions of his father, he had supposed himself fixed; he now suspected, with uneasiness, and without daring to avow it to himself, that he was not. The angle at which he saw everything began to be displaced anew. A certain oscillation set all the horizons of his brains in motion. An odd internal upsetting. He almost suffered from it.

Victor Hugo     Les Miserables

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