It looks like early meanings of disorder were defined by the upsetting of an assumed order versus a lack of order. Even in my room, where entropy wins, there is an order from which the mess comes - a new order where all the different socks are mixed together in a canvas bag, and it takes me 5 minutes every morning to find a matching pair so sometimes I'll mismatch, which leads to more mismatching. But anyways, an order is formed, a new routine of identifying and procuring pairs of socks is established, and by now I've learned to more or less find functional pairs in less than a functional minute.
p.s. this is not meant to be any kind of analogy, this is literally how I create order in my room.
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