Formed from the clash of stars … Born in a furnace hotter than the hottest… Forged in and out of a crucible of intense violence … Human-to-human violence seems disproportionate to love But … What if we grab this impulse…

Chaos – shapeless, irregular uncertainty Behold, it struts, prances, and pirouettes It grabs pain and together they twirl and whirl into a future fierce tornado Oh, teardrop, what happened? I thought you were an orphan You had a twin called…