Each one of our blinks hides a tiny tightrope-walker dancing on the line that separates order from chaos. It ́s here, in the curve that makes the border between yin and yang, where the same light that keeps us alive attends every single day to the birth of great stories. To the beginning of a flight to the unknown that we undertook the day we became humans, the day we understood that order was only our little bubble and chaos everything else that surrounded it.

Chaos is mother, everything we know was given birth from what we know not.

It's the substance that makes up all those other worlds that we look for outside of our own, the spring from which ideas emanate, the deathbed of the impossible. Chaos is risk knocking on the door of all those who are still hidden behind it seeking desperately the meaning of life. Chaos exists because order was never enough.

Order is knowing beforehand what will be found behind that door that risk never managed to open. It ́s that room in which terror rests under our control, where the absence of change gives way to the security that is needed to close our eyes without fear. That degree of stability in which things stop breaking, promises are fulfilled, and peace agreements are signed. Order exists because chaos was always too much.

This duality is the force that raises the curtain of the theater of dreams, and the same one that turns off the lights around it. The one that pushes heat to beat cold, known to meet unknown and weakness to win the pulse to strength. It is the force that makes us be what we are. Beings that walk, run, swim and fly while day and night alternate their reigns. We are to the world what the sun is to the solar system, stars that shine in the darkness announcing the end of mediocrity.

Directed and Filmed by Sergio Villalba
2nd camera OP: José Hernández
Words by Lukas Schindler