sweaters. unravel them and they’re just yarn and you get cold. but you can keep yourself warm by knitting any new entanglement out of the yarn.
another thing is letters and words. spaghetti drawings we unravel in our minds and entangle into our memories.
everything seems to be tangled with itself and everything else and unraveling only shows parts. the whole can only be known in it’s natural tangled form. entangling is creative and unraveling is destructive, but the unraveled pieces are ripe for entanglement.
planting seeds entangles life and earth and creates tangles of fruits to unravel with knives and entangle into a delicious stir fry for our stomach to unravel into nutrients.
relationships–of any kind. when the components are separated the relationship ceases to exist and can no longer be understood as it truly was. But I don’t know if relationships are meant to be understood ever, either whole or untangles.
spider webs: if you were to separate each strand from another in a spider web, it would no longer serve any function aside form being a sticky mess.
memories: each taken by itself is only an instant. it is the whole of your experience that makes you the person you are and not the people you aren’t.
Writing. Whether hieroglyphic, ideogrammatic, runic, or symbolic, all such writing untangles into meaningless lines, limp pasta strands with no flavour. Only when they are tangled into ‘grams or letters and words, do they gain meaning and taste. Tangling many such words into a story, petition, documentary, or speech creates entanglements in our minds called ideas – or may limit such entanglements.
Music. Remove the complexity, you have a series of unrelated sounds. To be something, they must be arranged. With the same set of 8 (or however many) notes, you can go from “Twinkle, Twinkle” to Mozart’s Requiem, or Stairway to Heaven.
sweaters. unravel them and they’re just yarn and you get cold. but you can keep yourself warm by knitting any new entanglement out of the yarn.
another thing is letters and words. spaghetti drawings we unravel in our minds and entangle into our memories.
everything seems to be tangled with itself and everything else and unraveling only shows parts. the whole can only be known in it’s natural tangled form. entangling is creative and unraveling is destructive, but the unraveled pieces are ripe for entanglement.
planting seeds entangles life and earth and creates tangles of fruits to unravel with knives and entangle into a delicious stir fry for our stomach to unravel into nutrients.
nice =]
relationships–of any kind. when the components are separated the relationship ceases to exist and can no longer be understood as it truly was. But I don’t know if relationships are meant to be understood ever, either whole or untangles.
spider webs: if you were to separate each strand from another in a spider web, it would no longer serve any function aside form being a sticky mess.
memories: each taken by itself is only an instant. it is the whole of your experience that makes you the person you are and not the people you aren’t.
Someone already mentioned it, but…
Writing. Whether hieroglyphic, ideogrammatic, runic, or symbolic, all such writing untangles into meaningless lines, limp pasta strands with no flavour. Only when they are tangled into ‘grams or letters and words, do they gain meaning and taste. Tangling many such words into a story, petition, documentary, or speech creates entanglements in our minds called ideas – or may limit such entanglements.
Fractals.
It is an infinite line. Just that. Nothing more.
Then you make it into a Snowflake, a Sponge, a Set.
Suddenly nature takes on a very eerie order.
Humor. Dissect a joke, it ceases to be a joke.
Music. Remove the complexity, you have a series of unrelated sounds. To be something, they must be arranged. With the same set of 8 (or however many) notes, you can go from “Twinkle, Twinkle” to Mozart’s Requiem, or Stairway to Heaven.
I feel as though we will never make sense until we’re tangle in each other.