Order and disorder are the two necessary conditions for the universe to exist. "The secrets of the primeval deep, a dark Illimitable Ocean without bound, without dimension, where length, breadth, and height, and time and place are lost; where eldest Night and Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal Anarchy, amidst the noise of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
"For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four Champions fierce strive here for Mastery, and to Battle bring their embryonic Atoms; they around the flag of each his faction, in their several clans, light-armed or heavy, sharp, smooth, swift or slow, swarm populous, unnumbered as the sands of Barca or Cyrene’s torrid soil, levied to side with warring winds, and poise their lighter wings. To whom these most adhere, he rules a moment; Chaos Umpire sits, and by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high Arbiter Chance governs all.
"Into this wild Abyss, the Womb of nature and perhaps her Grave, of neither Sea, nor Shore, nor Air, nor Fire, but all these in their pregnant causes mix confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, unless the’ Almighty Maker them ordain His dark materials to create more Worlds!"