"Beauty in chaos, entropy. That is special." He looked out the window. "See the stars? Not the Star itself, but the rest. Each is a ball of flame not unlike our own sun, formed out of a series of events springing from the random chaos of an unfathomably ancient beginning. In their lives, and later deaths, they created everything, every substance that would become a world, that would become a person. What you do, fundamentally, is create order from that chaos. You exist as an imbalance, struggling constantly to maintain itself in a universe that wishes to bring equilibrium. You imagine a tapestry in those stars, you imagine constellations. You find meaning, or you create it. I think that is quite beautiful indeed."