The essence of existence is woven so intricately that while every life has its own delicate order tying it to the essence of reality, there is also disorder.
It's a simple, fair equilibrium between positive and negative, good and evil, sanity and insanity, order and chaos, life and death.
This delicate balance is the fundamental makeup of every breath of life, such that as it is susceptible to exist, it is also—to cease to exist.
Chaos is what the other side of this balance is called; chaos is negativity, chaos is malevolence, chaos is insanity, chaos is death.
A conceptual understanding of this fact settled in Northern's mind the moment he began to follow each ligature.
The thousand waves of ligatures were like paths to a much greater chaos, so perplexing, yet Northern couldn't initially discern why he had such a definite grasp over every single one of them.
