It makes me feel kindly toward humans, when I think of us all, putting our houses in order, trying to arrange our furniture, to put away our clothes or our books, to minimize the dust for a while, by sweeping it away, or vacuuming it. Chaos wins in the end. For the direction of things that exist is toward entropy, or decay. Which is what chaos is in its basic or primary form. But even this fact should not cause us to mourn. For chaos means that there is something, rather than nothing; that there is some thing that is behaving chaotically, that can be described as such. And that thing presupposes a maker. And that maker is what we can call God.