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Polar Vortex


I once drove out to the plains, past the city limits, during a blizzard. I stopped my car where the paved road dead ended into a vacant lot, getting out and watching the wind. It made the strangest effect on the world. Every particle that made up the landscape, those of the air, the clouds, the snow, was in uniform motion. A current ripped through all strata, dissolving every layer until there was no differentiation between it. The world was astir, every particle made to mix and mingle in a wild chaos, with the sky, the horizon, the ground, the snow, all turned into a single uniform mass of turbulent matter.

Stirred, the world opens. Chaos creates opportunity. In this passing season, all things are made liquid. With solidity dissolved, the world is opened, all gates and walls made no more. Noise makes a uniform field, a blank slate of formless noise, with which to work our hands upon. Through subtle action, chaos can be made form, and those who venture into the wilderness can return from it bountiful.

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