I wonder, sometimes, if anything will ever really change. Chaos isn't really chaos. By definition it is erratic, uncommon, unpredictable, and a total lack of order. But if all this were accurate... would there be a definition? Can we really define that which, supposedly has no defining attributes? If, in fact, it were truely chaotic, there would be no way to define it. So, in this respect, nothing is chaos. Perhaps this is why I fid myself so fascinated by the concept. Maybe, I long for chaos because I know that it is futile. The cookie jar syndrome. The cookies on the table are ok, but we always want the ones in the jar on the top shelf more. Humanity longs for that shich it cannot obtain. I wonder, sometimes, if anything will ever really change.