The void is made of nothing: neither made, nor created nor understood. It just is. The chaos is ultimate only if perceived in its whole: neither made, nor created nor understood. It is not, it just is perceived. Eris is the daughter of the void and the mother of chaos: neither made, nor created nor understood. She just was born without a navel. In this trinity none is before or after one another except that what comes first is first. None is more great or less small than the other except that Eris has a way to make flaccid things go stiff. For a while, where state laws do not forbid it, the void, the chaos and Eris are coeternal and coequal together: so that in all things, the Discordia in chaos and the chaos in the void are to be reckoned with. One, therefore, who wants to save must snip out coupons, there is no way of getting around this spinning Chao.