"I am not afraid of chaos because chaos is the womb of light and life."  So said the Haitian artist Franketienne, who passed away recently at the age of 88.  Many of the creation stories of the world picture an earth that emerged from some form of chaos, disorder, or void to become a living entity.  That what we now see only exists as a result of processes that somehow wrested what was meant to be alive from an inert substance or condition that would never come to life.  That is, what is alive somehow emerged from what was not.  And what would never be.

    The larger question, then, is why?  Why do many creation accounts point to chaos as the womb of light and life?  Maybe because in positing a chaos out of which come life and being, we acknowledge that nothing can be meaningful apart from a greater meaning still.

    Birth, death, and life again.  In chaos we are born, yet not in chaos do we die.