Have you ever felt like nothing was allowed to be new or fresh or wonderful? Like any attempt at sincerity or originality is seen through the post-modern glasses of irony, reference, and so on?
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Some things only work tangled up; nucleic acids, data hashes, neuron bundles. What else only makes sense before you try to unravel it?
Do you cook with your books or with your nose?
If a lion charges the line between two zebras, she catches grass and air. Yet with so many black and white lines all moving against each other, she has to define outlines and keep them crisp in her mind. When it isn’t zebras, things get even more complicated, don’t they?
So much in nature resembles or describes itself at different scales, from different angles. What have you noticed that is self-similar or symmetrical in that way?
If only we could just replenish and turn, replenish and turn, never run out of blank slates. Maybe we can. That’s what I hope for, anyway.
It is so true to our times the way the flat line represents death: reductionist, abstract, numerical, neat and certain. Yet on examination, it leaves so much space open around it.
The choices we think we make carefully are so uninformed we might as well say we make them whimsically. Not that whimsy has ever led me wrong.
I hear so often from people who do not leave convoluted relationships. They have spun so much into them they can’t imagine letting it all go.
Have you ever noticed how so much of everything people know, they know from circles and straight lines? Even 1 and 0. Arguably, the constants pi and e and even the root of -1 come from circles and lines.