Chaos, In Greek mythology – the source of the existing, the early creation of the gods, and the world division. The equivalent to chaos in Genesis Book and in Canaanite mythology is the primal abyss.
So here it all begins, Chaos, a huge mess of thoughts and faces, as we walk around with our lives, some of us consciously and subconsciously shared and ignorance.
a tremendous float of thoughts, of characters inside us that accept us, that judge us and hate us. Is that how it should be?
Is it just my imagination? Or rather just like in mythology, this mess or recognition in this mess is the beginning of my life?