Chaotic Order

Finding order in chaos

is a bit cliche, yes?

Yet our lives are defined

by chaotic order.

Moments strung together

by nothing more

than the fact that

we are present.

Thoughts in our heads

and

stimuli to all of our senses.

Color, light, shadow,

patterns, words, phrases,

whispers, tunes, shouts,

exclamations, interrogatives,

declarations, complaints, praise,

whether faint or otherwise.

The links from one moment

to the next

are less tenuous

than we care to admit.

Me Qua Me

The theme

in every day of my life

is basically

...

me.

Not meaning to be

self-centered,

but I am

the only one

(besides The Creator!)

who never

leaves my presence.

The more or less random

entry

of loads of other

inputs, personalities, influences,

artwork, memories, daydreams...

It still is

who I am becoming.

Little sips

and nibbles

here and there

of untold

numbers of thoughts and experiences

all add up to

a constantly developing

me.