A glimpse into how my mind works...

[ikhet_sekhmet]

... by making odd connections between things, mostly. I just finished William Gibson's novel All Tomorrow's Parties, which includes this passage:

"Laney has a theory that the old man is a sensei of kit-building, a national treasure, with conoisserus shipping kits from around the world, waiting anxiously for the master to complete their vintage Gundams with his unequaled yet weirdly casual precision, his Zen moves, perhaps leaving each one with a single minuite and somehow perfect flaw, at once his signature and as reconition of the natyre of the universe. How nothing is perfect, really. Nothing ever finished. Everything is process."

So where did my mind go? To the Ancient Egyptian obsession with completion - all those mummified people and mummiform gods, the final, permanent, perfected outcome of a process that started with birth - djet, in other words. Compare that to, for example, the Zen appreciation of imperfections in the vessels used for the tea ceremony. Could two worldviews be more in disagreement?!