The chaos of the mind against that of order,
Which will overcome the senses?
The chaotic mind,
Like that of the idealistic hero,
Who never managed to fulfill his dreams,
In a world where they could not be,
Can make you lose sight of what is before you.
The order of the world,
Like that of structured Sierpinski’s triangle,
Can allow you to see the reality.

When you wander through the forest,
On a moonlit night,
Will you encounter,
The owl as it passes by,
Or will you encounter,
A silent, dreaded monster,
Whose screeches can kill?

Will the chaos grip you?
Or will the order of the world find you?