Patterns

Years ago when we were living in Arizona, Heather got into an argument with the ridiculous girlfriend of a friend of ours. The girlfriend, who was studying photography at the time, said that she loved taking photos of the randomness of nature and went on and on about how amazing nature is because absolutely everything was completely random. Heather, who has never suffered fools gladly, finally interrupted her and said that just because she was too self-absorbed to see the patterns didn't mean they didn't exist. She didn't actually say, "You're a pretentious twit," but everyone knew that's what she meant.

Anyway, I always think about that girl when I see things like this:

Mouse brain neurons


The universe