You cannot put order in another mans house until you put order in your own.
I see my house as unkempt. It is not a show house. It is a house where I live and do my things in. It’s a lived in house. It has stuff in it, smells and it is full of people who are of different opinions. It is a house full of sounds. This is the house I live in.
I go to another mans house. Its is clean, with a show room appearance. No one can walk in there with shoes. The floor is cold. It is full of laws, discipline , order. It has no smell, no stuff, no books,no people who dare offer an opinion. The house is quiet. This is the other mans house.
If I had a choice between these two houses, I rather live in my noisy pig stye, than in his clean house of peace. Because in my house I find joy, creation and freedom,while in his Sadness and no will to live. I live in a house with no order. People visit me there and leave happy. Why should I want to put order in my house to live in his house of tyranical peace?
I cannot keep order in your house, if I cannot put order in mine but if I had a choice between our two houses, I'd rather live in my house than thine.