I’ve looked around in nature and see curves and arcs and spirals, but no straight lines.
Even the stalks of plants, and trees reaching to the sky bend in the breeze.
The only rigid straight lines are created by us human beings. There is efficiency in straightness, and wonderfully crafted engineering in machines.
But this is ‘other’, not the natural world of growth and emergence.
So why do I keep expecting life to give me straight lines?