"Beauty. Karma. Chaos"
Chaos is the biggest, dimmest, and most terrifying concept that humans can hope to grasp; a concept broader in meaning than the universe, more boundless than infinitude, more inscrutable than death.
Our conception of chaos is bigger, even, than any ideas we may hold about what God is like, because those ideas - that God is, for example, the creator of everything, eternal, all-knowing, and all-caring - presuppose a cosmic person's genuine existence and venture some boundaries, at least, as to what He is not. (We suppose He is not, for starters, a she.)
We regard chaos as the flip side or photo negative of those forces shaping positive reality and governing life in an orderly universe. Chaos is what you get where those forces are AWOL.
We seldom regard chaos as static; it is more the product of motion, change and loss. Chaos emerges from the dissolution or collapse of things that we prize, things such as stability, destiny, beauty, and love. Persons who undercut such virtues get tagged as agents of chaos, and the harms they trigger get interpreted as karma. Where chaos is karma, it operates within Where chaos is perceived as a logical consequence of human actions, chaos becomes knowable , who propel such breakdowns - including ourselves - come to be seen as agents of chaos, and their condition as karma.
Those - including ourselves - who contribute to such; i breakdowns, blame as agents of chaos, and we interpret chaotic results as manifestations of karma. This is the only time when chaos gains meaning and , the cause of this disorder resides in us, we take chaos is due karma, which yokes it to both meaning and the universal order of cause and effect.
The kingdom of chaos is fearful to us, and mostly unfathomable. In human affairs, chaos manifests as evil and as ma