Chaos is the meaninglessness of day-to-day life, and if we were to die now, our lives would have been nothing but meaninglessness. Even when we die we probably don't find out the answer as to why were we ever alive. Even the avowed atheist probably thinks than in death he'll get some answer. I mean God will be there, or there won't be anything at all. But that's just it, we don't make any discovery at that moment! We merely stop! We pass into nonexistence without ever knowing a thing. Do you realise that! We'll never know why the hell any of it happened, not even when it's over. We're going to die and not even know. We'll never know, and all this meaninglessness will just go on and on and on. And we won't any longer be witnesses to it. We won't have even that little bit of power to give meaning to it in our minds. We'll just be gone, dead, dead, dead, without ever knowing. There was no judgement day, no final explanation, no luminous moment in which all terrible wrongs would be made right, all horrors redeemed.