Carl von Clausewitz Quotes

Most of nature is inherently chaotic. It's not rigidly determined in the old sense. It's not rigidly predictable.

Life cannot be calculated. That's the big mistake our civilization made. We never accepted that randomness is not a mistake in the equation -- it is part of the equation.

The world changed from having the determinism of a clock to having the contingency of a pinball machine.

Everything is contingent, and there is also chaos.

What we imagine is order is merely the prevailing form of chaos.

The world is neither running down nor deterministic, and a strict division of order versus chaos is just wrong.

Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

Occurrences in this domain are beyond the reach of exact prediction because of the variety of factors in operation, not because of any lack of order in nature.

It is such a complex matter we live within, it is impossible to track logic and decision making really, so therefore each choice can actually only be seen as coincidence.

The world is a dynamic mess of jiggling things.

History is totally unpredictable.

Destiny and history are untidy.

Life's messy.

I think you should always bear in mind that entropy is not on your side.

The world is unpredictable.

Chaos is the undercurrent of everything that happens in life.

There are no absolute certainties in this universe. A man must try to whip order into a yelping pack of probabilities, and uniform success is impossible.

I don't think there is such a thing as as a real prophet. You can never predict the future. We know why now, of course; chaos theory, which I got very interested in, shows you can never predict the future.

There is no law of history any more than of a kaleidoscope.

It's just a crazy damned life, that's all.

If destiny could bring two people together, then it could just as easily tear them apart, and, if it could tear two people apart, then it could just as easily bring them back together again. There was no beginning, middle and end to destiny. It wasn't neat and manageable. It was random and scary.

History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it.

No matter what I do, no matter how predictable I try to make my life, it will not be any more predictable than the rest of the world. Which is chaotic.

Chaos is perhaps at the bottom of everything.

All thoughts emit a throw of dice