Making Sense

There is something about the description of beauty as an idea of object “beyond order” that doesn’t resonate well with me. Chaos, the absence of order, can be beautiful in many circumstances; some might argue in all because they find beauty in the idea of chaos. Human interaction, asteroids in space, the identical composition of mycelia and dark matter, are all chaotic things that many people find beautiful. But there is also, certainly, beauty to be found in order. The natural order that we find occurring without the implementation of structure by any outer stimuli is awesome – Nature, largely free of conscious thought, directs itself as if by the hands of a brilliant, omnipotent and omniscient conductor, igniting and maintaining order at the constant speed of life. Almost every species existing, both plant and animal, has been fashioned for survival and has developed physical traits that are implicative of the existence of other species contemporary to them (i.e. camouflage, instincts, built-in defenses) that are all a product of extensive time spent living with other species as a response to the needs, actions and survival of both, or all, called symbiotic relationships. Species grow colors and mutations after enough interaction with another species; bright colors imply poison, sharp talons pierce resistant skin and shells, opposable thumbs help climb towards food and out of reach of predators; the sticky legs of one insect pollinate the plant from which it feeds…all these occurrences without any conscious thought. There are still “primary forests” out there without any essence of human activity or influence, believe it of not, and they are indeed beautiful.