When you were a child, did you ever go out into the streets? Were you
afraid, hiding in shadows, as a 6 year-old? Did you never play games,
run outside, with a ball, chasing a friend?
And why weren�t you afraid? Why weren�t you mugged, raped, killed?
Order.
Imagine a city called Chaosis, where all believe in chaos�it starts as a
city of people, pridefully sinning, doing things that one considers
chaotic, until eventually all feeling is lost, and total chaos descends.
Now, when you go outside, it is only to get essentials � food and water.
If you have to travel, you need wealth; a hired guard is required, even
then it is still incredibly dangerous. Children don�t leave the house,
they grow up a sickly pale, know no others, are hardly people�their
house is their prison; why?
Chaos.

Order is where everything starts. If you take a building as an analogy
for a society � then we�ll say that goodwill, unselfishness, is the
brick that makes the walls � but without something to glue the bricks
together, the walls all fall down. Corny, this analogy may be, but if
you then imagine order, it is the cement that ties those bricks
together, that reinforces society�it is the backbone to everything.
Order.


Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ero, in the year 380 AF.