In this tiny corner of random order, where life weaves its thin thread

In this tiny corner of random order, where life weaves its thin thread, There exists a vast universe of chaos, a sea of darkness and mystery that surrounds us, All people feel that chaos, a silent presence that shadows the edge of consciousness, But some hide from it, building invisible walls and refusing to look at it. These are the insiders, those who live in the illusion of eternal and calm order, But the outsider is the one who has looked at the chaos and understood that it is the truth, He steps boldly to the edge of the abyss, feeling the cold wind of infinity, And knows that order is a fragile dream, floating on the endless ocean of chaos. In every star that shines above the night, the outsider sees not just light, He feels the pulse of the universe, an eternal dance of creation and destruction that envelops him, And, with every breath, he accepts that life is a fleeting moment, a glimmer in silence, Its beauty lies in its transience, in the courage to exist amidst chaos. Thus, the outsider becomes a traveler through the endless labyrinth of uncertainty, Embracing the unknown, finding freedom in not knowing, in relentless exploration, He is the rebellious soul who dances on the edge of order and eternal chaos, An explorer of meaning, a seeker of truth hidden beneath the veil of appearances.