So a friend of mine has a theory. What type or kind of theory I am not sure how to classify. Let’s just say it’s familial. He calls it ‘chaos theory’ and explained it somewhat when I visited the family homestead a week ago or so. (It really hasn’t much if anything to do with the mathematical theory.)
We may have had the house to ourselves. I am not sure. It sure seemed that way. My Friend gave me a sort of impromptu tour of the kitchen, a sort of show-and-tell, while explaining the ‘situation’ created by the theory.
He casually pointed out a slice of lime sitting very near the edge of a countertop. The lime wedge had clearly been juiced onto something, squeezed quite effectively, and there wasn’t much left of it in my view. Why it wasn’t discarded into the food scraps bucket or into the garbage neither of us could surmise. Was someone saving it for later?
Then he proceeded to share how this was a commonplace feature in the house. Items, including food, left haphazardly throughout the place. It seems to be especially the case in the dining area. I think there was some bowl of something. What it was I can’t remember, perhaps oatmeal. Spoons and spatulas and creations. Like a mad scientist in a lab. Except these were experimenting or merely hungry cooks and chefs.
My friend was animated, but not agitated, although you could sense his restrained frustration and a sad resignation to the status quo. I thoroughly enjoyed his presentation. It was a curious exercise in Sherlockian logic, attempting to decipher the scene of earlier, past events. Fortunately we weren’t trying to solve a crime, at least not a major one. Deducing what our suspects were up to before vanishing was probably a complete waste of time. (But it was fun conjecturing.) This ‘crime’ was merely one of annoyance. Chaos theory in full force.
Since our little demonstration and discussion I’ve found other instances of chaos theory. Recently a thrift store employee in Idaho sold a manager’s laptop (NFS) for 5 bucks. Of course my own family is a prime example, although my father is a control freak, so my parents’ house is an example of law and order, not chaos theory. (I am long gone, which may help to explain part of this.) My mother is not naturally orderly, so it has taken some training by dad. (Years of it, by the way. His teaching methods are usually Cro-Magnon at best.)
Such is the nature of the laws that govern the universe. A lot of this can be explained by personality and personality types. I have been studying some of these basic laws, such as the law of entropy (basically that things break down over time). This law sometimes comes up in evolution versus creation debates.
So the battle rages on.