ORDER

I don’t actually need Fun in my life.  As much as I love fun, and will do almost anything to get it, I do not need it—for Fun cannot save me.  What I require is Sanity.

Sanity has everything to do with Order; and Order has everything to do with working parts.  When the parts are working—when the various pieces of equipment function cohesively, each part working to help the other—then Order exists.
If, one by one, the components break, Sanity falters, the mind and spirit become disorganized, and the recipient sees chaos. 

Chaos!  What a concept!  But, of course, if there was no Chaos, we would have no perception of Order; for Order is the network that gives Chaos its direction. 

Order Creates definition and Defines creation; order plots, organizes, systemizes, and consolidates.
Order is necessary!  Without it, the family unit would not exist.  In our confusion we would not strive for life, and our presence would have no meaning—no definable meaning, at any rate.

So this order—this Sanity—is instilled in our instincts.  If we do not have Order, we will go insane.  Madness will rule, and direction will be at such a standstill that reaching out to contain the chaos would be ridiculous—at worse, dangerous.    

In order to survive, we must have Sanity.  Our minds and spirits need to have an interlocking mesh of function, and a regulator that keeps them functioning.  If the components no longer jive—if the woven fibers unravel—the mind sees itself as unraveling, too.  In fact, the Mind is so interwoven into everything it encounters—so entwined with its surroundings—that the lack of order frazzles the Mind’s awareness.

The mind and spirit will become blinded by the Chaos, making it impossible to think rationally, make decisions, find direction, and centralize the needs.  The recipient becomes confused and clouded, and eventually, exhausted. 
At that point, giving up on life is more relaxing than striving for it—while in some directionless void to locate Order.