It's a tangled web of simplicity,
those thoughts buried deep in my mind;
strand by strand I attempt to unravel,
but to no avail.
Little wisps of memories,
by longer yarns entwined;
can you tell the difference?
they end where they begin.
Peering through the confusion,
I see simplicity in those
thoughts buried deep in my mind,
although sometimes its hard to find.
Simplicity, the secret
at the heart of every complexity
Someday, perhaps, everything will be
simple.
A chronicle of nose growth
'...changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose:
they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character - one has to begin too far back.'
― Henry James. The Portrait of a Lady.
