Cross Sections of Chaos

my day's done early about eleven a.m. i'm showered and changed off to tim hortons coffee and donut drive thru playing cassette tapes oldies and goodies get back home with my dark roast sit at computer and enter a world a strange that is fake and true which is which and faith that it means something may not be here but is there underlying space higher dimensions the cross sections of chaos show order and sense stan sand (aside: lost a recent soup mail...dear sender: if you read this please try again)