A lot of one's time seems to be spent on (trying) to put things back and/or rearranging items so that they return to the places where they so-called belong. This goes way beyond just cleaning up the mess that the kids leave behind, or vacuuming the house every week, sweeping the leaves away in the front of the house, or even prioritizing your jumbled thoughts each morning when you wake up. What it means is this (just an idea). The way that objects need to be arranged and oriented and re-arranged all over again in your space of existence has nothing to do with a pre-ordained way that things are "really" supposed be. The process of doing this, the experience of taking part in this continuous cleanup, the never-ending actions and reactions, that is what is the most important. At least, that is what makes the most sense to me. Otherwise, what is it all for in the end?