ithika | 'Ghan's day part two: the Butterfly Effect

The flapping of a single butterfly's wing today produces a tiny change in the state of the atmosphere. Over a period of time, what the atmosphere actually does diverges from what it would have done. So, in a month's time, a tornado that would have devastated the Indonesian coast doesn't happen. Or maybe one that wasn't going to happen, does. (Ian Stewart, Does God Play Dice? The Mathematics of Chaos, pg. 141)

I can't stand the silence of all the time that's lost
of all the shadows wandering, caught amongst the frost
here and there the spiderwebs
of universe and time
caught on the shards of broken windows and spiders legs sprawling in the open air, disembodied, powerless, hanging everywhere. Ripples in the air about the bodies walking round, invisible to all but the blind without rhyme, without time, without colour and the sea, the sea the sea, the ocean deep, waves and froth and dark, dark and deep, deep, deep with time and place, where all the life and all the time echo in their wake. Waves, roll-crash, on the white sands of time, an acorn, a shell, a spiral, made by a line and a circle. The line is the future. The circle, past. Together making time. The fluttering of a single butterfly's wings...

But yeah, I saw The Butterfly Effect and OMG LOVED IT. Amy was very right. Newfound respect for Ashton Kutcher's acting ability. Totally. Oh goodness, see that movie now. *squee*, Chaos theory. I've loved the chaos theory forever and... go see it. Now.
I would write spoilers but really, I don't think I could do it justice. Goodness. Guh.

Mm, artistic expression...
I have nothing useful to say. I will, however, bitch about the fact that we're almost done with Blake, and have to finish Lit forever on Heart of Darkness *pout* Why couldn't we finish on Blake? Why, huh, why?