The orbit of a high-order society is no doubt of a great expanse. But within its dimension, the sphere of each individual is so small as negligible. Tremendous people may contribute in forming such a society. But it would be very common for every man therein to feel lost and gone. Any man can wake up one day, and find himself socially alive but personally dead, for that society remembers its members in collection and folds, without showing any regard towards selfhood and uniqueness, as found in the basic characteristic of man, that each man is but a whole different specie, and to put him in likeness to a man standing next to him is but an insult to his self. A high-order society works miracles while itâ€™s alive. But its span is very little, its prospects short-termed. For a man, when he loses his individuality, canâ€™t certainly be at peace with his surroundings for so long. Soon it all gives way to chaos and ruckus, and the society collapses on her own, as all its people and all its men, lost and confused amongst themselves, turn wild and hostile.