Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. 

"We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way."

【译文】 子游问孝，孔子说：“现在的孝顺，只是能赡养老人。即使是犬马，都会得到饲养。不敬重，有何区别？”

Writing is about making something seem real, not about making it real.