I'm not much of a details person, and generally very disorderly. I've come to accept that, for the most part, but the last little while has seen me very frustrated at my inability to organise and plan properly. I've been making costly mistakes at work, operating out of the chaos of my room (usually pleasant madness; but it's gotten to be a black hole of late - things just disappear!), and generally being forgetful and scatterbrained.
It's a comfort to know that God isn't so! That, amidst the vast beauty of the universe, there is elegant symmetry, and order which does not stifle creativity, but merely enhances it, like the way salt enhances the flavour of meat.
Here's the Canadian poet, PK Page, whose simple and lovely poem makes me happy when I'm sitting at my desk, proof-reading and praying that I'll pay proper attention to pick up on all the mistakes.
Stargazer
The very stars are justified.
The galaxy
italicized.
I have proofread
and proofread
the beautiful script.
There are no
errors.
