The Universe is Chaos. This is the central treatise of
Pixin’s otherwise affable and engaging work centered on the notion that bad
things can, and often do, happen to good people. The thing is, the universe
doesn’t discern between “good” and “bad,” there are only occurrences, series of
events that are completely random and chaotic, crashing into each other and
impacting our lives. In and of themselves, these events don’t have any meaning;
it’s people who try to ascribe meaning or purpose to events, to look for
patterns in the chaos in an effort to understand, influence, and control.
Pixin’s work is deceptive, because the anthropomorphic creatures are cute and
fun, but I read it, and enjoyed it, as a fairly dark work, suggesting that
everything happening around us is just cold random happenstance. There is no
order, there is no higher power standing in judgment, actions do not carry
meaning, and while we may perceive them personally in an effort to infer value
and worth, they actually have little to do with us.
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