The Chaos Theory

1st Configuration:

"In the conservative region far from the chaotic edge, individual elements coalesce slowly, showing no clear pattern..."

2nd Configuration:

"Self-organization elaborates in complexity as the system advances toward the chaotic edge."

3rd Configuration:

"In the intermediate phase, swiftly developing complexity within the system hides the risk of iminent chaos. But the risk is there..."

4th Configuration:

"Approaching the chaotic edge, elements show internal conflict. An unstable and potentially lethal region."

5th Configuration:

"At the edge of chaos, unexpected outcomes occur. The risk of survival is severe."

6th Configuration:

"Order collapses in simultaneous regions. Survival is now unlikely for individuals and groups."

7th Configuration:

"Partial restabilization may occur after eliminating destructive elements. Survival partly determined by chance events."

A Cautionary Tale

I heard a voice of warning,

A message from on high:

"Go put your house in order,

For thou shalt surely die.

Bid all your friends a long farewell

And set your business right -

That little black train is rolling in

To call for you tonight."

A Bold young man kept mocking,

Cared not for the warning word,

When the wild and lonely whistle

Of the little black train he heard.

"Have mercy, Lord, forgive me!

I'm cut down in my sin!

O' Death, will'st thou not spare me?"

But that little black train rolled in.

Go tell that laughing lady

All filled with worldly pride,

That little black train is coming,

Get ready to take a ride.

With a little black coach and engine

And a little black baggage car,

The words and deeds she hath said and done,

Must roll to the Judgement bar.

O' see her standing helpless,

O' hear her shedding tears.

She's counting these last moments

As once she counted years.

She'd turn from proud and wicked ways,

She'd leave her sin, O' Lord!

If that little black train would just back up

And not take her aboard.

So mark ye now this story,

Don't mock and say "Not real!"

For 'tis a foolish young soul who steps aboard

When Death rides at the wheel.

So, I think that's original, but it has been lost in the depths of time. I wrote it down on a piece of letter paper a dozen years ago, and I see nothing that attributes it to anyone else. Maybe it's an original work, maybe not.

Been A While?

So yeah, it has... WTF? Well, you know. Bit of this, bit of that, O fuck a little bit, fight a little bit, follow the Cav...

Yeah anyway.

So I was going through my old box of crap and discovered a few old journals from my days traipsing around Europe a dozen years ago. Makes for interesting reading... Here follows a few tidbits I gleaned over the years:

"Poem" - Harold Pinter 1964

Always where you are

In what I do

Turning you hold your arms

My touch lies where you turn

Your look is in my eyes

Turning to clasp your arms

You hold my torch in you

Touching to clasp in you

The one shape of our look

I hold your face to me

Always where you are

My touch to love you looks

into your eyes

Well, I dunno about you, but I kinda like it!

Random Thought:

Say - you know those old 1980's American cars with the horrible styling? Yeah, just about every bloody American car from the 80's. Anyway, those ones with the luggage rack thingies on the back? Did anyone ever put any luggage on the bloody things?

Fugly fugly fugly.