Order is generally a product of human activity. Chaos exist as a raw material from which to create order.
Order is not to be forcefully imposed externally. If you are studying natural history, no matter how fascinated you may be by anything that has eight legs, you can't just lump together an octopus and a spider and a string quartet.
Order is freedom. For the first 25 years of life we want freedom, for the next 25 years, we want order. For the next 25, we come to realize that order is freedom.
Order is, in its primary state, and in its pure experience, a kind of middle-region between the already 'encoded' eye and reflexive knowledge... that is, it is anterior to words, perceptions, and gesture, which are all expressions of it.
Order is dependent upon rules by which the threshold of what counts as resemblances and what counts as differences comes to light.
Order is at one and the same time that which is given in things as their inner law on the one hand, an don the other, that which has no existence except in the 'grid' created by a glance, examination, language.
Order is also the law of disorder. Disorder is nothing but a name for a law of order whose effects, though good for nature, run counter to one's convenience or jar one's opinions.