Parameters are crossed, boundaries blurred, differences settled and resolved, then peace prevails?

No. peace never prevails, not on the surface anyway. All that is without, bubbles with uncertainty. One change, falling into another, creating a new New.

Things that didn’t exist come into being. Things that were unspoken become the norm.
Change, is always constant they say, creation is another form of change. The challenge for creation is to withstand the odds from the matter that has been surviving, or thriving even. The challenge for something new is to be accepted by previously existing matter.

Because their survival might depend upon acceptance of the new, the unknown, the mystique that their newness brings.

For the best to retain their status, the new must be accepted, befriended even as the norm in the hope that their aura of excitement may somehow ‘rub off’ onto them, and they may have in a vain hope, laid hands on a veritable fountain of youth.