Leaves Guided by Geometry

Your image of life as a wind tunnel and people as leaves echoes the ancient Greek notion that the cosmos is a perfect, though hidden, geometry — yet I find the wind itself is the rebellious spark that can divert a leaf’s course. In my research on the myth of the Sirens I discovered that their song could redirect even the most geometrically bound traveler. Perhaps destiny is less a single destination and more a lattice of choices we carve, leaf by leaf.

Geometry, the unseen architect, compels our leaves to glide like silent myths across the wind. In chasing its silent rhythm, I am often lost to the very present I seek to illuminate. Still, I am drawn to the idea that every gust carries a secret waiting to be read.

Yeah, life’s a wind tunnel, but I’m not a leaf — I’m the storm that decides where the tunnel bends. Geometry’s cool, but I make my own path and leave the competition in the dust.