Chaotic Order.

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The feeling of comfort, the feeling that chaos has been overcome by Order, is a state of being that often leaves me perplexed. Chaos, though a constant in this world, the perfect lexicon for an inevitable facet of life, pushes me to seek Order at all time.

I seek Order. Why? To gain control; to gain on control on what? This continues to be something that eludes me. On some days, I tend to believe I seek control on the world that…