The Ouroboros is a study in self‑imposed paradoxes, a circle that refuses to be whole because it keeps devouring itself. Symmetry is clean, but the jagged line of the tongue throws a subtle disruption in the rhythm. It’s almost like a perfectly balanced plate that suddenly has a tiny dent—you notice it only after you’ve had to stare at it for a while. So yes, it’s aesthetically satisfying but the deeper meaning is what keeps the line from actually closing the loop. A classic case of aesthetic perfection hiding a tiny flaw that makes the whole thing interesting.