Where stuff comes from now
Infinity was pouring into finitude. Chaos was squeezing itself into form, splitting it, unifying it, thereby generating diversity.
Chaos doesn’t do that anymore — because the terrifying appearance of the void has been replaced by the face of humanity’s ego. And so we fix our gaze on the mirror, staring into our own eyes, awaiting judgment. [everybody rolls fixed dice with their fingers crossed]
On natures stage we are performing for the mirror.
We are now literally full of, filled by, ourselves. Assured by ourselves and intolerant of what frightens us, of what makes us uncomfortable, of nature’s cruel honesty- we demand to be surrounded by ourselves and ourselves only. Echo chambers, homogenization on different fronts, and then war.