Raimi: On the surface, everything seems to make sense. Even at the atomic level, things are held together by basic principles. Things exchange energy that can neither be created nor destroyed. Things vibrate at different speeds, forming all states of matter. Electrons whirl like drunken dervishes. Photons, behaving as both particle and wave, are predictably schizophrenic. But go deeper - smaller - to the realm of the quantum and all sense is lost. The quark soup on this plane cannot be predicted. By all logical counts, the system should either collapse or explode. Chaos, it would seem, is the ultimate nihilist. Yet somehow... within a system that breeds entropy... on the cusp of this maddening sphere... where perfection and void engage in quiet warfare and energetic rape... somehow... things crystalize. Somehow... there is form. Somehow... the old dead man with the funny white hair that does ads for Pepsi was right. God does not play dice. He plays chess. I am a pawn that somehow exists.