Yesteryear Fiction

Sea of Chaos
By Julia Gravitas


All these paths.

I find myself immersed in all of these paths.

A torrent, a flood of reality that washes over me, thunderous as I sink into it. Each drop is a miracle, each drop has a destiny, each drop effects and perceives its world within the greater tide in its own way. So much is encountered by just one drop, so much chance, so much perceived choice, cosmic guidance, random cause and effect.

To change the world is to be a magnet in a sea of iron filings.

Your own chaos is a tiny line of order in an endless hypervista of vibrating, expanding, random, beautiful expressions of time and space.


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I am a daughter of the elements, a magnet in a sea of iron filings.