String Schmeory
We've been presented with vast & complex languages anchored to some logical ideas/patterns and rife with opportunities to be illogical at the exact same time. It feels as though any language gains a genuine, universal translation when focused on the illogical. Who can't admit that there are not only things that I don't know, but some of those are things no one knows? United in confusion? Every person with their own interpretation of a singular idea? That sounds like a half-ass attempt to explain the humanities, but I still find a little comfort in knowing the proceeding ideas about an artistic endeavor are never the same, yet linked to the initial one. Even if you share something as simple as a favorite song with someone, it's rarely for the same reason.
It takes on two faces without the second eye (an unusual accident), but the hand with the shoddy shade work should help make the rest of the face.