"Out of Order"

Have you ever noticed how intresting our phraseology is? Think about the signs you see on drink machines or broken elevators or ATMs--"Out of Order" It's as if order is some tangible substance that the said appliance has been depleted of. But if it is empty, from where does one order Order? For that matter, who is it that gives Order orders? And how does One find Order's borders?

These are the questions people ask when they might potentially put an "Out of Order" sign on their life. Because, like it or not, a lot of us have our lives out of order: priorities, complications, unkempt shabbiness (as opposed to the kempt sort). I know mine's a bit off right now: my computer's in a coma, my video camera's temporarily dead, and my mind is in need of extensive tweaking. But if there's one thing I've learned through this blog, it's that restitution happens. This blog began with loss and disorder. But perhaps the universal Order of things has installed a paradoxical back-lash: On the flip-side of entropy, there's genesis. Order can grow out of disorder, if it is so invited.

Closing thoughts brought to you by the extra-wise extra-terrestrial EN-FePe, who muses,

"Humans are such delicate creatures.

They confine themselves to cages of their own making

and then forget what they did with the keys."