Bread, Circuses and a Choice Seat

There are times in this life when I feel that the universe is spinning blindly out of control all around me. That to take one step into this maelstrom would be a mistake - much like the brilliance of the person wearing a tinfoil suit to go fly a kite in a thunderstorm.

The show is usually rather interesting, and brings with it a kaleidoscope of chaotic color*. Sometimes I get sucked into the vortex, other times I'm lucky enough to find a good spot to watch the action from, learning new tatics.

It used to be that these times would be a little slower, more gentle like the northern lights, they brought stress but nothing that seemed too great to overcome. Now though either through the use of technology, or some other manic means those storms quicker and more deadly - the colors sharper and more blurred at the same time.

Not to mention the aftermath - - but that is a different post.

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NOTE:

Chaotic Color* - - a theory I've been kicking around for a few years to explain the various types of chaos that we experience through life. The darker the Chaos being more dangerous. There is no set pattern to the color it's more a feeling you get when watching or experiencing the chaos around you.

(there are days when I'd rate the chaos around me in a nice plaid or even pasily pattern)

The colors of chaos will merge flow and swirl around like smoke on the wind, ever changing.