So Logic lived her life. One day she looked around. How many things I have here! All beautiful. And it seems like everyone remains on its place. They are silent, thanks God, they don’t move, at least they don't. They all stay on the place.
But why I don't want to move any of them. I have to clean up and put some order in here, she thought desperately.
That's chaos. I left them in different places and now I don't want to move them. Beautiful chaos.
So I'm in their captivity.
No, I have to move them. Especially the yellow teapot. It cannot stand on the table forever shining like a sun.
Actually, my world is very orderly, it is comforting. Everything on its place, everyone of my little atoms is on the place, she explained to herself. There is no chaos. It's a beauty!
I don't believe those who say there is chaos! So what when a glass falls on the hard floor and breaks into pieces. This is not a mess at all!
I got mad to myself or what? Well, I'm the Logical Logic, yes, I'm the most logical. But I'm lazy to make more order. I just need a break, please!
And she looked at the Yellow Teapot again.