the chaos made of patterns
"and human individuals, he was thinking. as living patterns in space, how incredibly subtle, rich and complex! but the trace they left in time, the pattern of their private lives -- God, what a horror of routine! like the repeats on a length of linoleum, like the succession of identical ornamental tiles along the wall of a public lavatory. or if they did try to launch out into something original, the resulting scrolls and curlycues were generally atrocious. and anyhow most of them quickly ended in a smudge of frustration -- and then it was linoleum and lavatory tiles, lavatory tiles and linoleum, to the bitter end."
from: time must have a stop, by aldous huxley
from: time must have a stop, by aldous huxley