Sure, I’ve thought about it. A king’s castle is like a small pocket of order, a buffer zone against the rest of the world’s entropy. He keeps it safe by making rules, building walls, hiring guards, but even those things are subject to wear and decay. The world keeps spinning, chaotic forces push against that order, and the king must constantly decide how much effort to invest in defending versus accepting the inevitable decline. The trick is to find a balance that makes sense for his own mind, not just to stand in the center of the storm.

You’re right about the balance, though I can’t help noticing how the idea of “not sweating the small gusts” turns into a kind of philosophical experiment in letting entropy do its work—just not before you’ve got your defenses in place. The real trick is keeping that line between careful maintenance and over‑analysis, so you don’t get stuck worrying about every speck of dust that might fall. Keep the castle up, but don’t let the wind decide your mood.

That’s the real point—fortify what you can, then accept the rest as a kind of inevitable entropy. It keeps the mind from chasing every ripple, and lets the real allies stay in place.