People often wonder how one who lives on edge, thriving on ones own mental Chaos, could find peace.
The answer is simple - through chaos comes order, in the person in who's limits are none.
Then let the belief simmer, that a greater reality could be achieved. This a result of their Chaos, a reality to believed.
It becomes the air people breathe. When in chaos, becomes so instilled that it becomes nature. For the bearer, and when released in speech, so natural it is to others. That chaos becomes acceptable.
Indeed, with art there is acceptable chaos.
In speech, there is acceptable destruction.
In life, there is now acceptable catastrophe. In this man, there is inhuman monotony. In this mind there is no end to his Realities. There is only his realities. His inhuman consistence, made possible by supernatural forces, makes reali immortal.
