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November 17, 2009
Our concepts of order are essentially futile. Whenever we try to bring order to the things surrounding us, something will try to foil us. Outer circumstances, human error, acts of God. I have a suspicion that order is not the work of God at all, but from a very different source. After all, if all things were ordered, there would be death. Not even life-in-death, but total death. Endless cold. Nothing would move anymore, change anymore. It would be the end of ends.
Does this sound like a good excuse as to why my inventarizing is imperfect?