I once heard that lines do not exist in nature. How can this be? I see lines every day. Edges from shapes that share a border. Is the line real? Can you really separate two objects with nothing between? Something has to fill the void. All of creation is in relationship. One shape touches another, the image never stops. It is continuous in tone.
I have work friends, street friends, Chinese friends, Church friends, coffee friends, etc... None of these worlds touch each other. Is this really possible?
We are drifting deeper into a culture of lines. Day by day the images of our lives become more divided. Front porches become back porches. villages become bedroom communities, dinner time becomes the drive through line. Slowly but surely, the relational organs of our lives atrophy and suddenly this all feels very normal.