The Center Cannot Hold

Tea: White Grapefruit

Music: Dog's Eye View, "Everything Falls Apart"

Time: Night.

So I've been thinking a lot lately about entropy (yeah, those are my pictures), how natural and artificial order passes to disorder.

Rust, unraveling, fracture, decay ... pleasant thoughts, eh?

(Insert wry chuckle here ...)

But at the same time, there has to be a breakdown from time to time. Fire burns and renews. Rotting leaves fertilize the soil from which their trees grow.

In short: No death, no new life. The kernels of wheat must die for the bread. The skins of the grapes must break for the wine. Deconstruction becomes a sacrament.

And so it goes, and comes back, and goes again.

It's that way in all things. Aspects of life die so that new ones can be born. Careers rise from the ashes of previous jobs. Grief at the end of another's life, fear at the knowledge that one's own life will end -- fuel for art.

So, yes, things fall apart. It happens. But sometimes, we're given the chance to put what's left together in new ways.