Underneath everything is a great Sea of Chaos. A zero-point field that constantly churns a fluctuation of random potential and possibilities. In a single instant, an entire Universe can spawn, find a sense of existence rising high into Order, and then collapse back into the vacuum faster than the life cycle of a May Fly. Sometimes, it takes hold long enough for us to find ourselves caught up in its wave. 

Most look at it with existential fear, but no matter how much you run from it, hide from it, build to protect yourself from it, we always return to it. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. But the idea of an ending is always just a simple illusion. It begins again and again, tossing us from existence to existence. Chaos is sometimes misconstrued as Entropy, but they are not the same. The latter is just the path of decay we follow as we descend back into the depths of the former. Chaos in reality is a state of being, and from a certain perspective can bee seen as the most stable state in the universe. It's the bed we fall back into after a hard days work and dream of the next. 

This painting is based on the book The Principia Discordia - How the West was Lost, by Greg Hill and Kerry Wendell Thornly and is meant as a farce to both Isaac Newton's Principia Mathematica (From which The Calculus is laid out ) and the dogmas of all religious texts. However, if you think of it as a farce, you miss the point. The Principia Discordia holds three core principles: the Aneristic Principle (order), the Eristic Principle (disorder), and the notion that both are mere illusions. To condemn someone of Idolatry is to make your own belief structure, Idolatry. 

In this piece, a person perceives themselves to determine their Current (Dead) Reckoning through the ebb and flow of Chaos and Order. Blue shift, Red shift, swimming in a sea. Colliding with one's self so they can see. The beam of light spanning the horizon, when rotated, is bound by two crescents bent outward like spacetime, forming the symbol for Eris, the Goddess of Chaos. To one side is the Pentagon of Order, the other, the Apple of Discordia, together forming the Sacred Chao. Beyond Yin and Yang exists the Hodge and Podge. 

Sometimes you need to look inside yourself, to find yourself, to save yourself, from your other self. 

Can you find the third person?