Our days run on in mundane, ordinary echoes of each other.
But think of honey from the tessellations of a honeycomb.
Consider the patient migration of a turtle in his symmetrical coat of arms.
What warm energy pushes within facsimiles and repetitions?
And what do their tiled borderings make possible,
like the scales of a snake’s skin that enable him
to undulate like an S of smoke sideways across the grass?
Eaglehawk Neck in Tasmania
one of the rare natural tesselations on the earth's surface;
see what natural movement formed it here.
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Drawings of symmetry by M.C. Escher; more here.