A story need not be factual to be true. The Emperor’s New Clothes is a true story, as are Romeo and Juliet, The Lord of the Rings, and The Remains of the Day. They’re true, because they create an encounter with reality. But our current human reality is not absolute reality; it is not God. This reality also includes created things in a state of journeying, and it includes disorder.

Call it common mysticism. Call it quantum weirdness. Call it according to whatever cosmological theory you happen to embrace. But don’t call it architecture. Writers are not architects.