He sat in the window thinking. Man has a tropism for order. Keys in one pocket, change in another. The physical world has a tropism for disorder, entropy. Keys yearn to mix with change.
Mandolins strive to get out of tune.
Every order has within it the germ of destruction. All order is doomed, yet the battle is worth while. First sad, then tragic. An accident that you must learn to accept. Tragedy has an uncertain, life-affirming side to it.