And rounde and rounde, and faster rounde / The fairye ryng theye flewe / And aye the langer that theye daunsit / The madder on fonne theye grewe.

Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate, / And mightie causes wrought in heauen aboue, / Or the blind God, that doth me thus amate, / For hoped loue to winne me certaine hate?

...which were certainly alive in the cunning with which they slipped away, the two boys were prancing about like young fawns in the ruin of the year. Wart's shoulder was well again.

I argued that organizing is about creating some patterned recurrence into that ceaseless change. Organizing itself was seen to consist of continuing efforts to reaccomplish the impermanent patterns that had been created.