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The Requiem of Chaos, the Genesis of Order
Written By: Nicole
The veins upon leaves, life of the plant, involved in a symbiotic relationship with all air breathing species, veins which at first appear random, however upon closer inspection, from chaos a pattern appears, branching outward across the world. There is a heavy ancient feel to this randomness an understanding that skitters across nerve endings, an instinctual knowing, that this chaotic tree has been branching since our thread of time was sown. What is chaos? Who dictates order? Carl Rogers informed us, “To be original or different is felt to be “dangerous”.” Society seems like a probable answer based upon Carl Rogers reasoning. The method of society’s madness is revealed through what it creates. Literature for example: has given us two wonderful examples, the prolific Beowulf, which proceeds most all written works, then the modern reference which takes up the dichotomy of order and chaos’, “One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest” by Ken Kesey. The tree of chaos and order draws all natural systems into its net; using all its resources to maximum advantage, McMurphy, Big Nurse, Grendel, Beowulf, all integral pieces of the whole human component of the chaos system, the human factor in chaos, which is reflected in literature, the branching at work in human nature, for society to maintain the order, they set powerful chaos against itself: Big Nurse vs. Mc Murphy, Grendel vs. Beowulf, the system needs their chaos, to survive; Chaos and order, one can not exist without the other, as long as order exist, there will be chaotic influences to counteract it.
There is a lie that is embedded in literature, society, and our mind. The lie is that there is some controlled system working against the unusual, and the different. Ken Kesey Described it well, the way the combine of society operates “feel the pressure of the different beams and frequencies coming from all directions, working to push and bend you one way or another, feel the combine at work.” Embedded in nuances of social interaction the idea of this combine pushes actions. People feel the pressure; it is felt throughout many functions. For instance: researchers find that workers working close to someone who is 10% quicker (than average) will raise their own productivity by 1.7%. Even mundane tasks of work seem to be controlled by this combine effect. At least that’s what we are continuously informed by the ever entertaining statistic producers. What of those individuals not of the average though? How do they mesh with this society full of pressures? They fall into the appointment of chaos.
Chaos is defined as great disorder or confusion. Some cosmogonists propose that chaos is what existed before the universe of order did. In Greek mythology Chaos is Goddess of emptiness and confusion, the shapeless void that conceived and birthed the universe. Mathematically chaos systems may at first appear random, yet actually are predictable with a large enough basis of information. A chaotic system, the weather, difficult to predict to it’s variability but not completely improbable. Beowulf had chaos, Grendel, “waged his lonely war, inflicting constant cruelties on the people, atrocious hurt. …He was the Lord’s outcast.”
Beowulf uses Grendel and his lot to personify chaos. The lies, common perception, they-Grendel’s mother, Grendel, the dragon- are disorderly, wrecking havoc without any logical impetus. Hrothgar’s kingdom of Geats ascertains this from the petulant belief that evil has no order. Grendel feels vindicated vengeance against the merrymakers quartered within the incandescent mead hall. Feeling the insult of their resplendence he decimates the Dane warriors berthed within. There is a meticulous quality to his bloodletting. Crimson wrath, a hollow screaming, choruses off the stone walls of opulent splendor. A cacophony assailing the senses: pungent scent of blood, ravished skin, and a heady whiff of malice; hollow eyes frozen in death’s final throes, pain etched across skin turned a ill shade of grey, grey coated in layers of congealed life blood, for life is long gone from these mutilated corpses, sights that scald the mind’s vision, never to leave, there to stalk into dreams, waking thoughts, and all places in between; muffled silence, like a hand placed firmly over ears; the clinging quality of blood on velvety flesh, warmth of life in contrast with the endless chill of death; and finally the instinctual sense of abhorrence that prickles the soul of all those that perceive the disorder of the massacre. Murder may appear to be chaos but in actuality there is a premeditated quality to Death, a need for retribution. Even within the methods of the insane, that calculated quality can exist.
In Mcmurphy’s case everything insane is calculated. Deliberate. He has an aggressive quality that undermines the workers of rehabilitation-agents of order- conforming and weakening chaos’ freedom. He wields laughter, and impulse like weapons against order. Follows whims, baffling others, whilst he is perceived as random and unmotivated; he pulls the wool over all their eyes. By his nature he is sabotaging the combine’s order. Chapter 25 explains how simple laughter overcomes such large obstacles even for a short period of time, “he won't let the pain blot out the humor no more'n he'll let the humor blot out the pain.” He maintains that balance, allowing his laughter to be chaotic yet; he still has control, his own brand of order.
Order, the fundamental system, it is a fixed or definite plan, a state in which peace and serenity is observed. Will Durant, an American writer and philosopher said, “Civilization begins with order.” Our world seems to agree, there are wars and government programs all aimed at maintaining order. The commendable in society are those perceived to obliterate the threats of the tenuous combine that exists. There are chosen of order, aberrations themselves, who proceed to dismantle chaos’ offenses and defenses.
Institutionalize, to confine unbalanced entities, craving their acclimation to the perceptions of society as a whole. Big Nurse, the paragon of order within One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest, is seen as pleasantly precise by society; however, she is just as monstrous as any one of chaos’ aberrations. Classification of order falls upon the combine’s perception. Though Bromden on pg 5 described her thusly, “So she really lets herself go and her painted smile twists, stretches to an open snarl, and she blows up bigger and bigger.” A twisting wretched monstrosity may be how the unbalanced perceive her, but since the combine has chosen her to be their paragon, she is exempt from scrutiny. Her authority is not questioned because it is allotted to her by the Combine.
Hrothgar’s legions are the combine, which appoints Beowulf to be their representative and savior. However within Beowulf’s own lines 911-914, “ His vanity swelled him so vile and rank… He deserved to suffer and die.” Beowulf is a creature, not quite perceived as human, a beast among men. Beowulf can be translated as Thor wolf, or Beow’s wolf, ( Beow being the Norse god of barley.) He strikes down the Marginalized just to prove he can. He has the same relish for bloodletting as Grendel, as evidenced by lines 417-426, “They have seen my strength for themselves; have watched me rise from the darkness of war, dripping with my enemies’ blood. I drove five great giants into chains, chased that entire race from the earth. I swam in the blackness of night, hunting monsters out of the ocean, and killing them one by one; death was my errand and the fate they had earned. Now Grendel and I are called together, and I’ve come.” Beowulf ravages the lives of those perceived by the combine to be monstrosities. In essence he is just as chaotic as those he fights.
Hearing the lie is one toddle to redemption from said lie, perceiving the truth is the final sauntering movement. Chaos and order, a dichotomy for that which is perceived; what at first may appear random may in fact have significance beyond singular understanding. The combine sets the margins, and plays the marginalized against each other, choosing its conspirators and identifying the “threat”. To be original or different is dangerous. Differences can go a variety of ways. The possibility of elevation to a paragon exists. More likely yet though, is being cast out. The crucial role to the continuance of life, that none should suffer, yet so many do, the requiem of chaos, of the marginalized individual of thee who take the time to fit their own mold.
Fall passes into winter, the tree dies, and a cycle evident throughout all things begins anew. Chaoses, leaves upon the trees, die; Order, a cold-starkness, reigns upon the land, until at last in the never ending cycle of all things, chaos finds new life, and fights against the order, the green growth of spring. The cycle of life undefined. The requiem of chaos transforms into the genesis of order, and so it continues into infinity.
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