The unfathomable uncertainty of Chaos comprises forms arranged like a constellation, standing in a constant, static relationship to each other. The viewer, circling the group of objects, discovers a host of different symbols that are like the pictures, mythical animals and creatures we see among cracks on the wall. Feeling the paucity of our former experience, we pan through the chaos, in which occasionally regular, legible letters come into view. Suddenly, from the special viewpoint our own narrow field of view emerges I, the joyful recognition and egoism of existence. From another direction, another dimension, emerges the hope of identification, WE, as does THEY, nowadays often used only in a restricted sense, with the necessary illusion of exclusion.