in the middle of life

this is one of those recurring thoughts: we create the universe with our thoughts, our imagination. we imagine a thing, we give it shape in our minds. at a critical point it translates to the three d's we call real.
god? yes yes yes. but knowing god is still on and isn't it time we stopped assigning finite jobs to the infinite one: birth, death, creation.

thought that comes back again and again:
there are no straight lines in nature. leaves, flowers, trees, insects, animals, hair... nature doesn't draw her big pictures in straight lines. and those connections between atoms and even smaller particles... who knows how those are drawn. yet, we keep looking for straight lines, it's an idea of perfection in line with the perfect circle, the perfect square, the perfect... yet nature which is perfect doesn't create this human idea of perfection or seem to aspire to it.
yes there are straight lines. i don't see them yet i know they're there and they are perfect indeed. straight lines that connect our thoughts, yours and mine.

this deep, vast, mysterious, mad universe. sometimes it feels just so good to be a part of it. kind of cool. despite all the horrible things that happen all the time. and even if it has become resoundingly and corpulently clear that i shall never lose weight. you have a decent day.