Veins of Rain

Have you ever looked at the sidewalk during an intense storm? An amazing thing happens to those sheets pf droplets as they plummet to the ground; they start to group together into vein-like formations from the disparity of concentration of those droplets. It’s almost as if the storm is helping to show us the natural blood-network of the Earth. This is how we are all connected, through the Earth and its ordinarily invisible network. This is the beauty of the Earth and nature and the everyday.

It breaks my heart to hear people make stark distinctions between science and art. There is no distinction, one blends into the other in a perfect gradient. No art exists without some orderly science behind it and there no science without some beautiful art to observe. Creativity and fact exist in all things. Look at the branches of trees, they grow in orderly fractals, but there is also beautiful randomness that dictates their growth. Nature is the existence of art and science in harmony. Humanity is the only force trying to separate the two.

I don’t understand why we try to categorize life like this. The brain thrives on both the chaos of creativity and the regularity of fact. Chaos allows us to relax and emote, regularity allows us to predict and react. Both are necessary and both complement one another. Humans can live with this notion of gradience, but we refuse to accept it. We love contrasts and categories because it often allows us to function more easily, but this should be the one thing that isn’t categorized. We should witness the beauty of the everyday and also see the stunning order. Life isn’t lived in categories and nature won’t exist that way either.

We should learn to appreciate Nature and its creations. The veins of rain and its connections show us this interaction of art and science. We could perhaps form some sort of explanation for this occurrence, but we could never truly predict its artistry. Let’s all take a moment to appreciate the wonders of the world. It is perfectly ordered with rules, but also incomprehensibly chaotic. Look at the ordinary and marvel at its extraordinary existence.