Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.
Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself.
So long as we think of it objectively, time is Fate or Chance, the factor in our lives for which we are not responsible, and about which we can do nothing; but when we begin to think of it subjectively, we feel responsible for our time, and the notion of punctuality arises.
Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.