order

In our quest for the answers of life we tend to make order out of chaos, and chaos out of order.

And gradually it dawned on him, if a dawning can take place in total blackness, that his life has consisted of a run of rehearsals for a play he had failed to take part in. And that what he needed to do from now on, if there was going to be a now on, was abandon his morbid quest for order and treat himself to a little chaos, on the grounds that while order was demonstrably no substitute for happiness, chaos might open the way to it.

The librarian was explaining the benefits of the Dewey decimal system to her junior__enefits that extended to every area of life. It was orderly, like the universe. It had logic. It was dependable. Using it allowed a kind of moral uplift, as one's own chaos was also brought under control.'Whenever I am troubled,' said the librarian, 'I think about the Dewey decimal system.''Then what happens?' asked the junior, rather overawed.'Then I understand that trouble is just something that has been filed in the wrong place. That is what Jung was explaining of course__s the chaos of our unconscious contents strive to find their rightful place in the index of consciousness.

Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.

I like it that order exists somewhere even if it shatters near me.

Sometimes chaos is the very thing that deliberately shakes up our neatly ordered world__ in order to get us out of the neatly ordered ruts that have kept us stuck.

And he knew something else as a social evolutionist that he might stress someday in his 'Every Change Is for the Worse' should he ever find time to write it: Gold knew that the most advanced and penultimate stage of a civilization was attained when chaos masqueraded as order, and he knew we were already there.

We could not be fulfilled if we weren't inauthentic some of the time__nauthentic, that is, in relation to such things as our passing desires to throttle our children, poison our spouse, or end our marriage over a dispute about changing a lightbulb.

It's hard to impress me in case you don't know me, to lie me there isn't purpose I will find soon or later the truth. The lie just make the stuff complex and complex and after all I just don't want anymore to believe in your words, if you want to sacrifice this okay, continue to do this and I can assure that soon everything will come in it's order.

Let all things be done in order, with right and decency. Those things are worth a man's life or two. Life without would be a hell, indeed.

Why just order a pizza, when you can get a restraining order for the delivery guys, make them come to you, sue them, and get all the profit?

From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.

Corrigan crept up to the bar, cautiously moving around it. It looked like he was copying all the moves he__ seen in old cop movies and westerns, and doing it rather badly. He lowered the pistol. There was no one behind the bar. There was however, an open trapdoor. And that would mean the bounty hunter was - .__on__ move!_ Came Beck__ distant, slightly muffled, barked order. __y turn, I think!

You know what, Sam? We created the council to take pressure off of you. Because you were falling apart.__am just stared at her. Not quite believing she__ said it. And Astrid seemed shocked herself. Shocked at the venom behind her own words.__ didn__ mean_,_ she started lamely, but then couldn__ find her way to explaining just what it was she didn__ mean.Sam shook his head. __ou know, even now, as long as we__e been together it still surprises me that you can be so ruthless.___uthless? Me?___ou will use anyone to get what you want. Say anything to get your way. Why was I ever even in charge?_ He stabbed an accusing finger at her. __ecause of you! Because you manipulated me into it. Why? So I would protect you and Little Pete. That__ all you cared about.___hat__ a lie!_ she said hotly.__ou know it__ the truth. And now you don__ have to bother manipulating me, you can just give me orders. Embarrass me. Undercut me. But as soon as some problem hits, guess what? It__l be, oh, please, Sam, save us.___nything I do, I do for everyone__ good,_ Astrid said.__eah, so you__e not just a genius now, you__e a saint.

Chaos is God's body. Order is the Devil's chains.

Chaos is not the lack of order, it is merely the absence of order, that the observer is used to.

It was not by gentle sweetness and self-abnegation that order was brought out of chaos; it was by strict method, by stern discipline, by rigid attention to detail, by ceaseless labor, by the fixed determination of an indomitable will.

Swearing, d__ngelo entered the elevator. Fortunately, that was also still in order. When he got to the bridge, everything looked pretty ordinary _ except for the third body of the day, which was lying spread-eagled on the deck with an almost comical look of surprise on his face. Jang was dead, although d__ngelo couldn__ see the cause, but then, he was no doctor. He sighed dismally. Now he hadn__ a navigator either. Or a crew for that matter.