[For Lenore
Stephens] When all peak-hour traffic is at a standstill it is ‘road chaos’.
Likewise, transport strikes cause chaos, not doing a thing. Chaos is all in the
hurly-burly mind, an upset of the usual order, an unmannerly interruption of
habit. Chaos is there before the gods were born, January-like, and afterwards
‘mere chaos’ (Yeats) will be there? Who knows. Moon zoom from that microcosm to
observe earthrise. Is there a more placid image of beauty in the abyss? No
standstills or strikes, everything in orbit, like our O of order, tohu-bohu
turning matter into free-flowing traffic. Who knows.
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