There's a slow slide towards status quo. Despite great efforts to prop up a sloping roof, the soft ground, the weakling sticks, the heavy roof, or the changing weather will eventually erode the lift until it sags again. Without diligence, attention, and desire, things will naturally slide back to where they came from and the propped roof becomes the sagging roof becomes the dilapidated roof becomes a demolition becomes empty ground once more.
Arguments emerge whether the extremes in nature move towards entropy or order. What may look like chaos during transition may actually be headed towards pattern, if allowed to arrive at a final resting point. But then, is there ever a final resting point?
My studio, the music I write, and the relationships around me are all subject to disorder if I don't tend to them. We can't expect to arrive anywhere and then just let go and have things improve on their own from there. Even pushing a child in a swing will only get them so high if they don't start pumping their legs and swinging themselves.
