Thoughts on chaos and order
Just some ramblings I had whilst having a doodle. The following word salad may not make much sense. This is merely a bunch of thoughts and stream of consciousness I had and has no scientific or philosophical value.
Thinking about the ultimate extremes of order and chaos we have two things.
The ultimate order will come when the last chemical reaction in the universe comes, when all life has ceased, and equilibrium has been achieved uniformly throughout the universe. Bleak oblivion
The ultimate chaos happens and there are chemical reactions, constantly. Endless energy without form or will, screaming, screeching with no goal
But when you have both of these you can have physical matter, chemical reactions with limit. And thus, life, coldly speaking, being a form of chemical reaction, resists order to remain but cannot be purely chaos else it would disintegrate, there would be no reason. No will. No form or thought.
When it comes to life, it is a unique balance of controlled chaos and cultivated order, keeping shape, and its own equilibrium. Although we still pointlessly march onwards to the nothingness that is the heat death of the universe, the shred of chaos allows us to remain that little bit longer, fending off the terrifying black abyss of unknown emptiness. The concept of chaos in this case is our (metaphorical) begrudging ally and the concept of order is our (metaphorical) enemy.
But as with all things there is some grey. A lot of grey. Order allows us to organize complex civilizations with agriculture, allowing development of technology with the predictability of the universe. the chaotic whims of nature brings death, disease, famine. Order and chaos are not inherently good or evil, they are, beyond our control, ways the universe behaves.
It is eldritch, cosmically horrific to think about but soothing at the same time. The feeling of nihilism, that life doesn't matter. In a sense, it let's me be free. The fact that life may not have meaning on its own means there is a hole, a hole that can be filled, an order of my choosing. The chance to live life and enjoy it.
Thank you for reading through this verbal vomit. Your time is much appreciated.