david Chamberlain Posted May 11, 2009 Report Share Posted May 11, 2009 I love a disordered, messy jumble of found marbles - they scream out for sorting! There's a therapeutic flow that floods ones mind with a singularity of purpose and the anticipation of recognition, categorization, subsets, variations (Families?), etc .....and finally success in identification even with the 'exceptions' recognizing them as such; knowing that a future sort will reign them in. There's almost a sinful pleasure in the reordering in a later sort. Like falling in love all over again. Seeing in a new way what was always right in front of us and knowing that we only partially see the infinite possibilities as our marbles only tease us, presenting something desirable to the view but continually keeping it out of reach. So we try again and again to make sense out of that which is beyond our ken. David Chamberlain Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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