Chaos Theory?

Another piece of rubbish on our beach. But it got me thinking. A rope. A highly organised arrangement of many strands, all working together making sure the creel can be recovered with its load of lobsters, the boat stays where the sailor left it. And yet so easily it can become frayed. Useless. All the fibres are still there, but in chaos, random disorder. Anarchy. Thank goodness for order.