The Birth of Ordered Chaos

This was a paper I wrote for class over two years ago...I was having a *moment*...and after writing it, I decided to name my company Ordered Chaos...

Language is limiting and confining.  This is no shocker.  We need to define things in order to make sense of them.  In a definition, or label, there is comfort in knowing your "position" in relation to the "others".  It has been argued that the human psyche needs these labels to make sense of the world around them.  However, that seems nonsensical to my personal psyche.  Labels are in and of themselves more confusing due to the inherent abstraction and contradictions they manifest.  Now, what if there were no "others"?  No light and dark / good vs. bad dichotomy where the balance of right vs. wrong lies on any sort of continuum.  After all isn't darkness not the opposite of light, but simply the absence of it?  Labeling seems to function for those needing to advocate for rights when already labeled by some outside societal force.  But internally, a lack of definition seems to make more sense...as human beings, shouldn't we be focused more on who "I be?" rather than the who "I am"?  I'll let you be, you let me be...seems to make more sense to me, for who "I be" is dynamic and varies moment to moment, context to context.  To declare an "I am" creates a "...and you are?" that allows for categories, labeling and stigmatization to exist.  So for those who believe that it appears "natural" for people to want to label...how about "human BE-ing" for a try?  Define yourself without words and the need for labels seem completely self defeating (in my little experience of being, anyhow...)  If someone needs to define me to strengthen their own comfort zone, so be it...If minds are private, aren't we just possibly a bunch of decoys anyway?...if I cannot define me in the realm of "I am", there are no words outside of "being" to penetrate my existence...So in trying to make sense of things with labels creates an ironic sort of inner chaos, for in trying to make sense of the world around us there is only the illusion of me and you, and in their nature illusions are non-existent.  So, rather than giving a person a sense of definition or a "sense of self" that humans seem to "need", we are only living in an isolating illusion...and loneliness seems more detrimental to the human psyche than living an "indefinable" existence.  It seems internally contradictory that something so accepted as the ideas of needing labels as an implicit way to make the world "ordered" to the psyche, in fact causes more mental confusion that it is trying to prevent...Irony is "good and evil in sequence", isn't it?...Realizing the confinement of human language as an abstract human creation actually allows me to simply exist in a world full of what I consider "ordered chaos", no possibility for sequencing, and just a little less fooled by the illusions labels create.  I feel a greater sense of self just by the awareness of the illusion that keeps us from what I believe is a much more necessary component for making sense of the world and living in the moment...My psyche is much more content when I am allowed to dance like no one is watching, and knowing if they are, I don't really give a shit...That's their illusion, not mine.  And in this world of labels, I can just BE in my ever unfolding world of beautiful, simple, ordered chaos, where loneliness is given no power, for I and we and us is really the same thing and there is no one to truly watch me dance, just someone falling for the decoy and forgetting that minds are private...in order to make sense of things, the truth becomes destroyed by assumptions and judgment...and that seems fairly self defeating.  The "other" created is simply a diversion from what I believe is a more accurate sense of self, but I can see the function for those needing to define ones self...However, I have to say, I don't and probably never will understand how that seems more comforting to the human psyche, but I am okay with that...and it is fine here living in my own world for they know me here...and loneliness becomes another human condition to label...Blah, Blah, Blah...And so end this contemplation that humans "need" anything but the room to simply exist.