My health, which had ever been feeble, was endangered by this state of chaos.
Here was a splendid end to chaos and blind wrestling with life.
There all had been matter and chaos, here all was mind and a will to find a way out of confusion.
He dared not stir, for all the world seemed to be dissolving into chaos.
A maid was there, and the furniture might have stood as a type of chaos.
A musician might extract some harmony from this chaos of noises, this jumble of sounds.
On she went, down, down, through a darkness that was chaos lit by lightning.
Or, how did chaos come into existence, if not by the will of the Creator?
Or, how could there have been motion in the chaos when as yet time was not?
As I said at first, all things were originally a chaos in which there was no order or proportion.