tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post4411920781915938829..comments2023-10-10T10:09:48.794-05:00Comments on Letting me be . . . random wondering and philosophy: Lines and People"ME" Liz Strausshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-89581174865713003462011-07-19T17:22:17.339-05:002011-07-19T17:22:17.339-05:00Have you ever noticed that within a conjunction of...Have you ever noticed that within a conjunction of lines, such as tiles in a floor or a wall, or roads or fields from a plane, you can envision wildly different pictures from one occasion to the next? Or even within the same long, thoughtful gaze. <br /><br />It's like the way a cloud changes quickly, both physically <em>and</em> though your own eyes, into one thing, then another, and another and another.<br /><br />Yet lines don't <i>change</i> the way clouds do. It all comes from our marvelous brains: the memories, the knowledge, the patterns, the ways we feel and experience things. <br /><br />Your post reminded me how much I love to daydream with lines or shapes or patterns, and drift along with whatever my soul makes of it. <br /><br />Thanks for the reminder! I'm at a lake, and this is the perfect place to do just that. <b>Now!</b> Ah, look how many glorious stories the water has to tell me.Paula Lee Brighthttp://almost60really.comnoreply@blogger.com