Sands of Time

It rains a lot here in Vancouver where I live, but imagine living in the Sudan and looking outside the tent flap and seeing all this sand blowing everywhere, day after day, and saying to your buddys who dropped by and are having a chuff, "I wonder when the sand will stop?"
And because maybe you've all been trapped indoors for too long and everyone's starting to get tent fever, and so little things seem funny, and besides the chuff is primo, one of your buddys says in reply, "Ya, my hour glass has a crack in it and all this sand blowing in sure makes the days longer". And you all chuckle, have a chuff, and go back to staring out the flap at the sand blowing.
"Fuckn sand", says a buddy.
"Good thing we're not using hour glasses anymore," says another buddy, "Somebody by now would have come up with a 'day glass' - 24 hours of sand. A little crack in the glass and soon the room would be full of sand and then you'd have to shovel out today and shovel it out all day long to make room for tomorrow cuz you know for sure tomorrow's comin. And shovelled outside the tent, piles upon piles of yesterdays. And the tomorrows are stored in one of those big cone shaped structures just off the road. And maybe there was a mix up. During a snow storm, the road crews go to the wrong building and all the tomorrows are sprinkled on the highway and where would the future be?"
And you all have a collective deeply contemplative chuff cuz that was a heavy thought. Then, after a gap in time, other buddy says dryly, "I was thinking, I'd hate to be getting a 'tomorrow' in my ass crack."
And you all have a chuckle and a chuff and go back to staring out the flap at the sand blowing and wondering.

I am a fool

Never has life been so exciting. So many little things are being done, impossible to organize by one person; it seems there must be two, three or more people involved; everything is done perfectly as though the people involved know exactly what needs to be done to make everything fit. All the items to be fitted can be described succinctly and appear on a parts list as unique items, items of no relevance to each other. Yet, all items are to be connected to each other, and, at a point, each depends on the other.
Arranging the items in list form makes it easy to organize them, yet impossible to show how important they are to each other. One part, Item 113, is described as "Facing Bevel Gear"; however, there is no complementary shaft. Another item on the list, Item 017, exists, it seems, because there are 16 items before it and it is needed to include items 018-204. Item 017 is described as a "Spacer".
The instructions for putting the parts together were not shipped. In fact, it appears the object to be constructed wont be determined until all the pieces are put together. Since all parts are unique, it seems the completed object would be unique. And this is my first time experiencing such a project; everything I have done before this, in one way or another, has been done before.
So far I am having trouble imagining if Item 001 is suppose to be connected to Item 002. Upon attempting, the impression is it is not. It is impossible to see if any parts cause any others to move. Further, the parts cannot be seen as part of something that has a wide range of motion or is for accurate mannipulation.
The parts came in a simple container. It's not how they arrived that matters*; what is interesting is that immediately after it was delivered another simple container (marked "Alternates") arrived. The "alternates" are also organized on a list. The conclusion is the "alternates" are parts of something unimaginable as well.
Further to this, it is impossible to rule out the parts in Box A and Box B were designed not to fit together. However, so far the desideratum is the discovery of the function of the parts of the two containers.

*This conclusion will undoubtedly need to be re-evaluated.