There are no straight lines in nature

In the beginning, there were no straight lines. Over the course of history, we began to make them. Then we made more, and more, and more. Our straight lines have created order in society; they make up the railings outside our apartments, the frames around our pictures.

I have a habit. Occasionally (and I do mean occasionally), I’ll smoke a cigarette. On this particular December day, I sat outside my apartment with a smoky treat and thought about lines, only to be shockingly interrupted by…flatulence. While you may now hate me for sharing that golden nugget of information, it caused me wonder to myself, “Over the course of this day, would that flatulence have occurred had I not smoked a cigarette?” The answer, of course, is “no.” History and causality have an odd way of aligning themselves.

Our decisions and our lines have brought us to where we are today: to a developed, broken, beautiful, painful, massive, shrinking world. As we draw new lines, let us ignore all that would invoke criticism. May we instead seek to mirror that which is perfect.