So, again the same question emerges:
I didn't wish for this, still it happens before my eyes.
I will be changed by it, in ways I cannot foresee.
Is then Chaos winning over wishing?
But how could order arise from chance?
Once, maybe twice. But every time?
What is then the name of this inertia pervading our universe?
What makes chaos coalesce into events?
What?
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