I am fascinated by geometric figures or patterns. For example, I find a simple squared pattern somehow amazing in itself. It actually only consists of straight lines intersecting at right angles, which then form squares or rectangles depending on how they are arranged. But when you look at them like this, they look so perfect, so well-formed, so flawless. Circles also have their charm: they have neither a beginning nor an end and if they are concentric, they all have the same centre and are arranged around it. On the other hand, there is also a lot of disorder in nature: when the trees lose their leaves, they fall randomly on the ground and do not cover it according to a certain order or pattern. So I see both: the ordered and the random. I recognise beauty in both. A beauty that points me to something greater and higher.
I wish you an extraordinary day!
