A Dance of Chaos 🐉
Chaos. Art does not become born, under perfect conditions. Sailors do not become seamen, sitting in a harbour. The necessity of absolute madness, surrounded by the very uncertainty of death, is required to birth something which has not yet been seen. The secret recipe, towards creation and all which it holds within. These are the ingredients we must learn to embrace within our lives. These are the forces which we must learn to conquer. The very powers which seek to destroy us, must be turned within. The very energy which was meant to kill us, must be harnessed and released back again The never-ending cycle of coming and going, highs and lows. The waves within the tide, as the water rises, before returning to its new norm. The back-and-forth flow of the Universe, pulling and pushing us apart until there is no more. Life is a strange journey. No matter what route we take, we all end up the same. Death waits for no man, and with i...