A Message Among Chaos

You know what you never hear of these days? A message in a bottle. Now, I’m a youngling myself…so don’t get me wrong…we didn’t do such things “back in my day”. Yet, the romantic in me sees the message in a bottle as holding more than an author’s message…but rather, an author’s anticipation, hope, and yearning for fate to take hold of their words. And what on Earth is more volatile and chance-filled than the sea? I mean, what chance does your message have in reaching another shore…let alone, another person? I’m sure some whiz mathematician somewhere has calculated the probabilities – but that doesn’t interest me. To me, it’s not about possibilities…potential and chance don’t even cut it. I’m all about chaos...the fact that some things are incalculable – like love.

And to me, chaos doesn’t mean: "void of purpose"…it means the purpose is buried under a pile of seemingly pointless – sometimes hapless – events…events that cannot be understood let alone calculated. I believe in a sort of objective driven chaos…a chaos trying to reach some end. The seemingly minor and random things people do everyday affect countless others in countless ways…which, in my humble opinion…results in fate. And I know, it’s kind of a copout…what you do or don’t do is what was supposed to or not supposed to have happened…and that's fate. The whole thing is a paradox. And perhaps that’s where the connection to chaos lies…because in chaos, everything and nothing are connected. Anyway, I think I’ll send a bottle out to sea the next chance I get…after all, it’s just an old school form of bloggin’ with the added twist of fate.

S.O.S. to the World,
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