oh right.

all these pieces will fall chaotically. 


beautifully array and confused, until the very last moment when you're forced to pause, right as they settle still, all of them into a wondrous form that only makes sense for the chaos that precedes it. even after all that uncertainty, all that lost cause and confusion, you're almost forced to say "...oh, I guess that's right. everything has and always will fall exactly how it intends to. the universe is always exactly how it is supposed to be." everything falls exactly how time intended. you just have to ride the wave.