of order chaos and patterns

the non existense of a pattern is nothing but a failure to grasp the larger picture.
for chaos itself in nothing but an order in the infinite

similarly

the attempt at putting order to things is nothing but a myopic view of a blind man, because the non existence of a pattern is in itself the most ordered of all patterns.

random thoughts 3

every life is flowing like an upturned bucket of water, cutting swathes of moisture across the parched soil; moving in all direction till life extinguished, causes that moisture to evaporate leaving no trace at all, untill another drop follows. only to move ahead a little and loose itself into oblivion.

this march continues mindless, repeating, seeking to cover the infinite. a task with no goal. no end but the task itself.

Belonging

a man alone ? no..
a thronging multitude,
that is this world...
therefore we belong ,
but alone each of us
yet a part of the whole