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  1. 18 April 2004

    Vignettes

    One of the things which has always amazed me the most: the sheer scale of everything that exists in the world today. Think of something so elementary that it is something everyone has. It could be their blood, their brain, something as simple as their live in general.

    Now imagine how utterly complex everything we can think of is. Composed of billions of atoms, even the simplest physical objects are complex to an unnerving degree.

    But that thing which has always amazed me the most is the sheer amount of engineering which must be held within each and every of the simplest thoughts which go through each and every persons mind at every moment of every day.

    A thought is infinitely more complex then some sort of physical object, thought is just a notion hinted at within the scepter of our minds. I find it so much more amazing that not only can people think incredibly, remember their thoughts, form ideas and theories which turn out to be terribly complex.

    I recently visited the Eiffel tower in Paris, and the metalwork of the tower is just amazing. There must be millions of bolts, screws and pieces of iron in that tower. Please think of how complex each piece itself is before you think anything else. Then just imagine how intricate all the joints between each of the separate pieces is, and then of how well all the miniscule pieces are able to orchestrate such a symphony of constructivism and beauty.

    Now just imagine that each piece of la tour as a separate thought. The thoughts are all so intricate. And the junctions between one thought and another, two independent phrases flowing seamlessly into each other by the means of a simple joint, just a screw or bolt.

    Now the connections of wrought iron, the coarse and thick feet of the tower ebbing and surging always upwards. Towards the point, the top always being refined.

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