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I tried searching for a thread on this but couldn't find any. If one exists, I'd appreciate being kindly directed to it 

Either way, I wanted to throw some of my own thoughts out here to see how mangled they'll be when I come back tomorrow:
Order = that which arranges things already extant, builds things from parts, groups things, forms things, does not like luck and chance
Disorder = luck and chance, probability, randomness, screw the grouping and lining things up and arranging neatly, can build things from parts but more importantly can make things that don't exist come into existence and vice versa(envision particles blinking into existence and nonexistence at the quantum level, all based on probabilities)
Creative = bringing things together to create something new from parts (emergence, as an example?) or making things exist
Destructive = breaking things apart, breaking bonds between things, making things not exist anymore

I tried coming up with examples:
Creative order = the human body is amazingly complex and structured, and is basically extremely ordered cells. Each cell is an individual life in itself, but it is the order that allows them to create an extra, larger life, the I of the entire body (the soul or whatever that thinks these thoughts and directs my body to type them)
Destructive order = grouping people based on the color of their skin (breaks international bonds, causes conflict); also, government sometimes (most of the time)
Destructive disorder = mobs, anarchical violence.

What is creative disorder? Examples? That's where I got stuck.
Presumably there is something drastically wrong with the fundamentals of this theory, which is why I'm getting stuck, so...
... help me please?

Stupid girl with nothing but contempt for yourself There is no such thing as forever in such a finite human world Everything will end one day everything will fall apart like the bars of your prison O liberation like the chromium-clad feathers of your dreams O desperation Everything falls apart like human lives and happiness and love and You will too some beautiful day and We shall gather buttercups in a concrete meadow watching the shadows of heaven fall dark upon light-polluted skies

until the patterns prove us wrong. Elimination - gaps in the clouds reveal the past peeking through, clockwork replays in slow motion and silence, your clockwork smile, your tears that lied but maybe to the things I once believed? And here the prophet lies lied to by everyone, who lost the Truth when he lost himself among the roses. Orange sharpie against pale pink wall What are you writing this time O despicable poet? No, I am not writing, I am drawing, a bright orange sketch, I am drawing chaos between the corridors, I am showing you how I think, how I feel, how I dream

until the future rushes forth and offers crayons and watercolors to our stained-glass churchless eyes And we develop negatives of desire and forget the orange sharpie in a corner of my room that no one visits anymore like a remnant of childhood It's a corner that no one would visit if you paid them because it is so dangerous There are fragments of beautiful things lost The reality will eat your soul

until you wake and you know that the best things in life are flammable and the clothes you wear can't save you from a single flame And you'd like to think words are water but you know that poetry is useless And you'd like to sing some song that the heavens will hear but you know that sounds cannot breach the crippled sky No the sky still suffocates you and your music does too These words are still stifling you O little girl O stupid girl with nothing but contempt for yourself

until -

- but no.

"As difficult as cleaning the oil over the next several months will be, mopping up the bureaucratic slop that led to the Gulf spill will be far tougher." - TIME, June 21st issue

Does this bother anyone else here?