Cleanliness < Godliness

I had plenty of spare time after getting home from work today. What better to do than clean the apartment? I put the laundry away, started the laundry, put dishes away, picked up papers, and took out recycling/trash. I still have to finish the laundry and maybe clean the bathroom. It does feel good to clean and I'm sure I enjoy cleaning more than the next guy, my mom and Maighie can vouch for that. I certainly never feel Godly nor does the apartment exude the presence of Godliness. In fact I always need something else to clean or find some other flaw with what I’ve done. Why must the universe be in a constant state of entropy?