No one expects the Vortex of Chaos. It's ice on the sidewalk three
days before Christmas, the driver who knocks the door off your SUV,
the surgery that dims your voice, the cancer treatments that leave
your brain muddled for months. But like the accretion ring surrounding
a black hole, the Vortex of Chaos is also the neon sign that says
you're still in business, that you haven't given up, that you're not
willing to take it lying down. Chaos is Life.
