POINT OF FOCUS PROJECT

Chaos, thy name is ancient, from the void before everything, the swirling mass of energy crackled and spit. At times you have receded into quiet, covert stages, influencing those who sought your counsel and directions. At other times you would raise your monsterous head and sweep the land. Many caught unexpectedly by change they did not choose. You have a brother that you constantly dance with-Pax/Peace/Love who bests you over and over and yet you still fight for fear of loosing self. No such can happen for the polarity of the world at this time won't allow. There must be balance and people will choose each day that balance or tip it to one or the other. Let it tip to balance then to permanent Peace. WE ARE ONE.