The phrase “organized chaos” sums it up: disorder is always the real order of the day. Happily, daily life supports the illusion that some types of order are constant. Night becomes day; familiar stories end as they always have; one generation supplants another. Even if the contest between structure and entropy is a closed case for the physicists, artists are bound to continue—creatively, doggedly, memorably—puzzling over it anew.
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