Last night I sat on my new couch, listening to Benny Goodman while sipping a Manhattan, reading The Story of San MIchele by Axel Munthe.

Which contrasted greatly with hundreds of Chicago commuters groping their way through a smoke-filled tunnel after their train derailed and caught on fire.

Which contrasted greatly with eight simultaneous bombs going off on trains in Bombay, killing 190 people. During the monsoon season.

If chaos is a byproduct of perceived reality, then we certainly live in a chaotic time.