Imperfect

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe earth is almost a perfect sphere
So too the moon
Our orbit around the sun is almost circular

Is Plato to blame?
This idea of perfect shapes
Euclid spent time describing them
Kepler wasted years on the idea

We think we understand the world
We use pi, the golden mean and Fibonacci for comfort
Newton thought it solved
Einstein had other ideas
The quantum world still others

None of them really fit our world however
Our consciousness keeps linear time
Driven, perhaps, by thermodynamics
The only defense we have is memory

You might say we are haunted by our past
The past our only guide to the future
We value regularity, stability
So we feel safe

This is why the insane frighten us
We suspect the irregular

Any form natural we call organic
Yet we are surrounded by the organic

The imperfect is our world
We are imperfect

I wish to let go of this fetish of the symmetrical and regular