Disorder. Disruption. Distortion. Chaotic as they are also beautiful, because that's the nature of things. The trickle turned to stream turned to river; that's the sequence of events - most unpredictable and inevitable so the countering answer lies within schemes and control. Waver and sway, these connecting ropes tug and fray. Replicate these ropes, strings and nets to a level of intricacy past the point of simplicity, like overcast skies with clouds in jumbled matrices. And there ought to be an umbrella to shield away from all this mess, created by this so-called "natural sequence" of things.
Scattered around every bend and corner is what our situation is, but we go about picking up all that's been scattered. Collect them in some methodical way or systematically into some intuitive order and let it fall into "logical" sense, which is burdened by the risk of the nonsensical. But scrambling to sort just disrupts the next thing in line, and we must live to see this short-lived cycle renewed again. The push and pull in this arena of disorder versus societal organization.