On one hand, you can subjectively play with it to make it your own. On the other hand, we need some objective to start with. You can chop up a tree and make it into a house, but there first has to be a tree. Or, you can roast a marshmallow and put it on a graham with chocolate, but there first has to be a marshmallow.

Similarly, you can write Lewis Carroll nonsense and made-up words, but there first has to be the English language. Or, you can be an anarchist and a vagabond, but there first has to be society mainly comprised of people who follow the rules. You can have a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but there first have to be sheep. You can have art, but there first has to be reality.

Order is the mother of disorder. Disorder depends on her to survive. As soon as everything is disorder, then there is only order. Then, in a twisted way, order becomes the new disorder.