Everybody’s a mad scientist, and life is their lab. We’re all trying to experiment to find a way to live, to solve problems, to fend off madness and chaos.
Chaos is a name for any order that produces confusion in our minds.
For life is at the start a chaos in which one is lost. The individual suspects this, but he is frightened of finding himself face to face with this terrible reality, and tries to cover it over with a curtain of fantasy, where everything is clear. It does not worry him that his ideas are not true; he uses them as trenches for the defense of his existence, as scarecrows to frighten away reality.
But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.