|Destruction, from Thomas Cole's The Course of Empire (1833-36)|
Somehow this put me in mind of a giant heap of stuff that is on the verge of collapse, and it would if their weren't a bunch of worker bees in there shoring things up. The system is so unstable that even with the dedicated efforts of the acolytes it could still collapse. It wouldn't take much to set it off. If some of the competent people decide it's not worth it and walk off the job our whole society could slide into chaos.
Reminds me of the Walk Home Drunk game. You try to keep your balance. If you are especially attentive and really quick, you can get quite a ways, but eventually you are going to miss and you will fall.
Perhaps all this balancing and propping up is only suppressing a bubble of chaos that is constantly growing, and regardless of how hard you try to keep things stable, eventually the chaos bubble gets too big and just bursts out and the whole thing collapses into a pile of rubble.