Every collapse begins quietly, as order built around what was never meant to bear the weight.

It does not announce itself. It settles in quietly, like a habit that proves useful, like a solution that works often enough to be trusted. The shape looks sound. The angles are clean. The structure holds.

At first.

Men learn early how to make order. They draw lines, measure distances, stack one thing atop another until it stands where it did not stand before. They call this progress. They call it stability. They call it success when it multiplies.

The world accepts these arrangements without complaint. Soil bears weight. Rivers accept bridges. Stone submits to steel. The earth does not interfere with intention. It waits.

What is built in haste can look identical to what is built with care. What is built for use can resemble what is built for worship. From a distance, there is no difference. Only time tells the truth.

Cities rise where water once ran freely. Fields are flattened and renamed. Roads cut across the land with confidence, as if direction itself were enough to justify them. Every structure carries an argument within it, though few stop to listen. Every system reveals what it serves by what it protects when pressure comes.

Order built around the wrong things often works better at first. It is efficient. It rewards obedience. It simplifies decisions by narrowing them. It removes friction. It makes motion feel like meaning.

The cost is not immediate. The cost is deferred.

Cracks do not begin where they will be seen. They begin where weight is misplaced, where stress is redirected instead of resolved. They form beneath foundations, inside walls, along seams no one inspects because the surface still looks clean.

The land keeps track, not in numbers but in balance. Water remembers where it is meant to go. Soil remembers what it can hold. Systems that ignore this do not fail out of spite. They fail because they ask too much from what was never meant to give endlessly.

So it goes with men.