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Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.
— Chaos
Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.
What do we have left once we abandon the lie?The climb is all there is.
Temple and tower went down, nor left a site:—Chaos of ruins!
The world was void,A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The chaos of events.
Chaos, that reigns hereIn double night of darkness and of shades.
Fate shall yieldTo fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife.
Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night,To blot out order and extinguish light.
Lo: thy dread empire, Chaos, is restored;And universal darkness buries all.
Nay, had I power, I shouldAll unity on earth.
