Needless to convey, contrary to all efforts to the contrary, sometimes everything comes crashing down upon me into heaps about my ears. Solitary in my private flurry and fury, the only notice that might be taken is that a modicum of disarray has upset the usual order. Chaos misconfigures, misaligns, and casts into imbalance the orientation and the equilibrium of the mind. Though the towers of others are either currently or imminently falling, they seem to be content to postpone repair until help arrives. Not being so cast, without the desperation incited by fear, I methodically reconstruct, improving my design. Towers of any degree of loftiness, having proven to be vainglorious, must tumble. It is then time to explore more sensible, less vulnerable structures.