There is something beautiful about a knot. Maybe it’s knowing that this thing, tightly wound and intricate, was once straight, useful, and at its worst would only curve or bend. There was comfort in the idea that you could see from one end of this line to the next and perhaps some old, obscure reliability in that. But reliability, comfort and calculability rarely create scenarios that equate to beauty. It’s the unforeseen, the surprises, the complications and the kinks in the rope that make stories worth telling, and their words worthy of our busied ears.
Impossible Knots
There is something beautiful about a knot. Maybe it’s knowing that this thing, tightly wound and intricate, was once straight, useful, and at its worst would only curve or bend. There was comfort in the idea that you could see from one end of this line to the next and perhaps some old, obscure reliability in that. But reliability, comfort and calculability rarely create scenarios that equate to beauty. It’s the unforeseen, the surprises, the complications and the kinks in the rope that make stories worth telling, and their words worthy of our busied ears.
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