tohu va'vohu

Out of the chaos of that top drawer in the kitchen, wherein, before today, one might have found buried a paperclip, a dead nightlight bulb, an Altoid box with two tiny brown stones in it, a hammer, or a piece of bent plastic of unknown origin or usage, as well as 24 assorted pens and markers - some working, four pairs of scissors, all those little hooks from that time we took down the drapes, and lots of other little cast off pieces of modern living, out of that chaos, order.

Now. If only it was that simple for the rest of my life...