Synchronicities and symmetries - we adore them so much.
Yet they reveal our prejudices towards order and balance,
as though we know what they are and what they are for.
Alignments blossom as everything moves, and so for all symmetries,
there are asymmetries;
for the order we perceive,
there is chaos.
Our words orbit attempting to illuminate these relationships;
just as a garment drapes the details of an object,
it is hidden as it is present - at once before us and somehow behind us.