For the start of this series I chose this nice little story about how seemingly impossible things, such as measuring chaos, are not that difficult. That, and the fact that I have a special relation with the author.
I've measured chaos from one end to the other, with a living snake, constantly writhing in my hand. What better way to measure chaos?
The length, the width, the height of chaos were all tangled together, like yarn. Any coordinate, either wasn't here, either wasn't there, like television noise. Deep inside there, his eyes closed, someone—or something—was playing chess with himself on a Rubik's cube. I'm not sure if he was winning.
And then I've seen chaos turning upside down, turning inside out, and I landed back to normality.