When you drive for an hour each way to work every day commuting, your mind wanders. The drive is nearly the same each day, except for lane changes, dodging poor drivers’ maneuvers, and stops for gas, etc. Your mind starts to attach itself to thoughts, instead of concentrating on how to get to your destination, because that remains the same. The only downside to this in my drive, is that sometimes my reflexes are needed to dodge the bullets in Koreatown – the bullets aren’t actually bullets, for those of you who don’t live in LA – as at least once a day someone stops on a yellow, runs a red light (horribly), and/or makes a right hand turn from the middle lane. It never fails.
In any case, my brain started to dance the other day, and I pulled over after a couple of minutes to write what came out of my brain, onto my [phone]:
Order and chaos dance and spar to a rhythm like breathing…calm and reserved, though equally (in random intervals) frenetic and grasping. They are less rivals or antagonists to each other, except perhaps as much as loving siblings argue, compete, and tease. For the pairing is the brother sister combo essential; companions, yin and yang.
As the ideas persist, I’ll post…