Chaos. Unpredictability. We all are afraid of it. But magic happens beyond the boundaries. Creativity can’t be captured. Ideas can’t be captured. People behind the bars come up with the most revolutionary ideas. When you lose everything, when you have nothing, you become part of everything. At a cosmic level, we all are the same — built of the same elementary particles. It’s our identities which limit us to become something. Lose everything which limits you. A drop of rain, when it loses its individual identity and mixes with the river, it gains the power — an uncontrollable power which can’t be captured by narrow walls. Hitler is dead, but fascism is alive. Marx is dead, but communism is alive. They harnessed the power of chaos. The urge to have predictability in chaotic times gives rise to crowds — crowds defined by the same idea, the same philosophy. Plans have boundaries, ideas don’t. We make plans in the chaotic world, for predictability — or the illusion of security in an insecure world. We created religion, we created caste, we created race, we created God. We believe in God so that we can have a predictable world — a defined world with a set of rules. But reality is — when a thief with a knife enters your house, we run to get a bigger knife. That’s the true nature of life — reaction based on action, not based on rule. Rules confine us. Plans confine us. We can confine the action, but we can’t confine the reaction — because it’s unplanned, uncontrollable, unpredictable. We plan life. But life is chaotic. Life is unpredictable. Time is limited, but life is unlimited.

“We spend our lives chasing control — control over time, fate, emotion, even death. But all creation, all art, all life begins where control ends. Chaos is not destruction — it’s the birthplace of everything new.”