In the beginning, there was chaos.

Routine.

Knowing when and where and how events will take place. Knowing if and why you will take part. The repetition, predictability, control exerted over your physical presence on this giant marble. Limiting the number of choices you must make each day. Routine reigns in a state of discord.

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