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The greatest gift of chaos is order. Order is given to those whom chaos loves.


Chaos loves us. We are the emergence of chaos's love.


The dearest son of chaos is order. He is mortal but dear.


Love burns in me as a color and it is bright green. Green colored by the sun.


Love in my chest is a new chaos, an inland sea from which emerges a new god.


Only love is made in the image of chaos.