It is Still Not the Time for Titles, or Untitled

It’s odd, you know: in the essence of the universe, the world, and life, there is chaos, and there is order. One can not possibly operate without the other, nor are either separate forces from each other – always intermingling and intertwining, back and forth, through and through. Not one without the other, ever.
Within the reach of human capacity, there are two avatars of each side: mathematics serves to symbolize order, and love to represent chaos. Mathematics is a universal science and, some say, language, a la Close Encounters of the Third Kind (Spielberg’s excuse to incorporate aliens into a musical). It isn’t so much an avatar or abstraction of order, either; moreso, it is an extension of it, a part of it. There are mathematical theorems in regards to chaos . . .
Love is the same way, I suppose – it is not representative of anything, so much as it simply is something – a part of chaos. Love follows some orderly manners, though. It’s strange, and interesting (at least, to me, but who listens to me).
Valentine’s Day is approaching, you know. I’ve never liked Valentine’s Day: not at all.
Adios.