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Order

I abhor order.  Order is artifice; it is reductive and crippling.

Order is rational.  Order is something Contemporary Western Man – for all I know is Western Man, never having travelled East – does to keep himself ‘sane’.  Order is the evolution of enlightened theory.  Order and rational thought are tools which provide Contemporary Western Man with the capability to categorise and destroy; to subvert order is to be – in the eyes of Contemporary Western Man – irrational, awkward and wrong.

What is disorder?  Is disorder simply manifest from the construction of order? of rational thought?  Is there disorder without order? Are the two necessarily bound together? Does the existence of one propagate the other? 

In a world without disorder, can there be order?  If yes: how? How do we define something as ordered if not by what it is we are sure it is not?  When we say: “My desk is neat and tidy” are we not also saying, implying, “My desk is not cluttered.  It is therefore in a state of tidiness – not-clutteredness.”?  If ‘untidiness’ was something incompressible – like a colour never seen before – would the notion of tidiness exist? Could Contemporary Western Man imagine tidiness? attempt to impose tidiness? explain the notion of tidiness to another?