The Masque of Red Death and Hume

Today, I read the Masque of Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe. In this illustrious tale, A Prince, fearing that the Red Death-the hideous plague causing bleeding of the pores, would overtake his kingdom, built an insurmountable fortress around his castle. For sometime, while the rest of the world feared the changes and chaos of each day, Prince Prospero and all the inhabits of his dominion lived in peace. They spent everyday in leisure, entertaining themselves with song and dance for they lived in a controlled environment, a place where they could predict the future. Or so they thought. One night however, as the struck twelve, a masqued figure (later revealed as The Red Death personified) appeared in a crowded room of the palace. As the night progressed, and as more and more people became victims of death, Prince Prospero realized that his attempt to create an isolated world failed. Red death himself or chaos managed to penetrate Prospero's kingdom. I think Hume would agree, that Poe has brilliantly demonstrated that the world is all chaos. Try as we may to control our life, we never can or will. We are merely victims to the ever-changing nature.