Life is wondrous. Both in the biological as well as the social sense. There is so much to observe, to understand and to be amazed. To wonder and to ponder. How each piece fits into another. How the cogs connect and translate a cause at one end into effects across the whole scape. How the interconnectedness leads to surprising, wholly unexpected and sometimes irreproducible results. How it all makes sense, whether it's the cosmos or evolution or history or technology, when you can see the underlying web of connections, when you are able to trace the causes to the myriad effects. This breadth of vision is however possible only when you are standing far away and looking at the picture. A picture that comes together from years of study, years of individual jigsaw pieces fitting together. Each piece with its colours and contours and edges are beautiful, but each piece on its own makes such a minuscule difference. So much study has to go into figuring out its position, its role and its connection to the neighbours. This is one jigsaw puzzle where you don't get a colour printout of the final picture to guide your assembly.
The picture lends itself to interpretation only when it has come together. So what is one to do if one is stuck in the middle of a vast unbuilt picture fiddling with a few tiny pieces in one's hand. What is one to do when all one wants is to fly up, high up there, so one can look down and survey the whole scape where the tiny pieces of unfinished jigsaw are not even noticeable. Where one or two missing pieces do not even make a difference to the larger picture. Where the bigger picture is so much more seductive but one is distracted by the clutter of the tiny pieces.
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