All things are divided into the twin forces of order and chaos, forever contending for dominance. Life is something that occurs in the interface, not in the writhing discord of utter chaos, nor in the flatline perfection of pure order, but somewhere in between.
The night is silent but he won’t let that soften his focus. The Masked Avenger knows too well that Calm and Chaos share the same cold quiet.
- The Amber Amulet by Craig Silvey, pg. 19