Their presence is becoming disruptive.

So it's more disordered.

But the project centers on the collision of order and disorder the order of blood butting up against the disorder represented in the often chaotic and violent stories that are the subjects of my chapters.

I gave you an order. Not mine.

Here's to law and order.

The police keep order.

A new order will rise.

You've heard of entropy.

An order that aims to revive human dignity and believes in universal happiness and perfection.

Mr. Law and Order.

Out there is chaos.

It's random.It's chaotic.

Our goal... is to maintain order.

Send it for law and order.

It's anarchy in here!

What that says basically is that the general tendency of the universe is to move from order and structure to lack of order, lack of structure in fact, to mush.

It's your territory, you had a right to bless the order.

The army started firing their guns. People were scrambling.

Blink and it's gone, it's history.

A new order... begins now.

This led me to blood.

The British have a lot of respect for law and order.

Ok, the job of a poet is to find truth in beauty,

The a.i. keeps giving us

There's no moral order at all.

It's difficult to keep order in this town.

He who seeks truth shall find beauty. He who seeks beauty shall find vanity.

They want order, even at some cost to those at the bottom.

Ask those questions in a calm, sane, orderly fashion or I will leave.

The sheriff established order in the town.

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You put energy into the right kind of system and out comes wasted heat, entropy and extropy, which is order.

Here's a graph that plots the entropies of a whole bunch of sequences.

It's a picture by Paul Klee.

We start to like divorcing, if we're married at all.

So liberals speak for the weak and oppressed.

Conservatives, on the other hand, speak for institutions and traditions.

I think you might get a random jumble of letters that looks like this.

When a continuing state of defiance and disorder... cannot be checked by the rules... then new and sometimes drastic rules... must be forged to maintain order.

Hey this is Nathan Steele, we got a robbing, the First World Bank.

I thought God gave us moral order.

Something like this, not very pomp, not very sophisticated, this.

Was that really a voice? He looked about again, but noticed nothing further than the disordered and blood stained bed.

Why?

And then God looked to the future and realized that, in fact, if the world were just filled with compassion, there would be anarchy and chaos.