John Galsworthy talked about the beginnings and endings of human endeavors in this  manner; an eminent untidyness.

Writing Novel’s.

Voyages.

Demolishing Bridges.

Building Houses.

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?