A Random thought is creative. A Chaotic thought can lead to creativity. Danny Kemp.

 

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Random asked of Chaos, “is there a way you could define the difference between us two? Perhaps you could tell a story, and in that way make it interesting too!”

“There was a time,” said Chaos “when I reigned supreme. I held the upper hand in most things. Well, at least in people’s minds I mean.

I preached the gospel of nothingness, but order everywhere. A religion of a kind, without thoughts of any care. 

Nothing had a value, no security left in wealth. My teachings touched everyone, affecting their mental health.

The financial world was in ruins. Neither the Church nor politicians had a solution to the chaos I presented. The rules were simple: think nothing of others and all of your self!

You see that in chaos there is an order, one small change following another until all follow the rules I invented. There is confusion, a turmoil perhaps but it’s controlled, whereas randomness has no order, no method of attack. It springs from nowhere, it’s haphazard, it’s erratic. There is nothing it presents, on which one can fall back. It is unique, its strength lies in the isolation of its own will!

Random, you saved the world, when I was just underway. I almost had it all. I almost won the day.

Someone had a random thought, one of wisdom and goodwill. The world did have value. There were principles and morals; still.

Credit was abandoned, a worth given to everything in sight. There was advantage in living a slower life, where greed was not the answer, benevolence was freed.

If people believed less in the rules of Chaos and allowed more of Random into their soul, then life maybe better lived and in so doing; achieving a better goal!” 

© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved. 

 

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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