When strict order is maintained—carefully arranged but without substance—nothing arises but the sense of long-winded absurdity. The absence of order (chaos) is experienced differently; sometimes intoxicating – order ceases and we are thrown into the great, terrifying noise of the world. Do we see a liberating individualisation process emerging from the uniform dictates of a fossilised collective? Or a process “showing” that all collective communities, even with the best intentions and principles, eventually fall out of sync and break?