John Galsworthy talked about the beginnings and endings of human endeavors in this manner; an eminent untidyness.
I don’t know if I agree.
I have never actually built a house or destroyed a bridge, however the last Voyage I completed I felt such an incredible satisfaction that I’ve not had the desire to leave home since.
Also I am editing the only novel I will ever write and feel more elated every day as this decades long journey comes to a conclusion.
Maybe it’s death thats the untidyness Galsworthy spoke of?