The past remembered is devoid of chaos.

We know what happened, all the details arranged in perfect symmetries and all the natures of you and me

our interactions a relationship clear for all to see.

Chaos deconstructed by all that came to be.

But as this moment approached it came with its old friend, Uncertainty, and Chaos reared its ugly heads and on entropy it fed.

Stronger it grew as the event horizon bloomed and us coming to the forking road.

Uncertainty, she reigns in the place where the gods play chance along the expanding arrow of time.

Though as we march steadily along the finite trail her strength doth weaken through what comes to be

Along Fortuna’s path no one is destined to see.

Gypsy writer