The Symbol of Chaos

Have you seen the eight barbs? Never mind if you haven’t seen it yet, between you and me, with a little help from David Hume, we can imagine one.

First, the idea of a compass on a map. I could have simply said ‘cross’, but that would begin in a way that is too far from the end to make the middle mean anything. So a compass on a Cartesian plane, it is.

We now have two lines intersecting, each with an arrow’s head at both ends. They are black steel, embossed with red enamel. We have seen this idea many times. North, South, East, and West. Now, this idea we copy, and place it in the same place as the first. They occupy the same space, but they are ideas, and ideas need not be competitive, like quarrelsome matter.

Now we grasp one of the two, and twist it against the clock, until the distance between each of the arrow’s heads is exactly the same. We have seen this idea many times. Northeast, Southeast, Southwest, and Northwest. As is said in the book that shall not be named, “Make ye certain that all the distances betwixt the arrow’s heads be the same.” That phrase always struck me as strangely specific.

So now, you see it. The eight barbs. A wheel of any direction. Glossy red and black, its beauty is nothing more than sugar candy.

Can chaos be good? No. It may be fortuitous, but good it ain’t. One thing you can count on with chaos, though–it’s unstable, kinda by definition. It appears as if the Trump administration and Mike Johnson will prevent support for Ukraine, for the time being. But things can change.

With his eyes blinded by the rays of attention, Donald can change direction, in a blink. Unless Putin paid him. I think he is after that MBS money.




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