Humans are complicated

Tracing one loop leads to another. The loops weave together into a tangle. Tracing each tangle leads to another, until finally, it all mingles together. There is no understanding, only existence—profoundly beautiful but profoundly useless.

My order, your order, all the orders none of us have managed to see yet, all contrived, each slicing the underlying everything. But to truly understand, we put the orders together, looking from multiple views, but the meaning is in the slice; it is not inherent.

At first as I order the system, I feel so proud; I've made sense of it. On more thing to consider and the solution will be clear. Yet each vantage contains its own opposite. Even while appreciation improves, understanding fades; eventually even concepts like solution and importance are seen as contrivances.