There was a time when a sphere romanced us more, everywhere (a)round the even circularity left us amazed, free and open, no boundaries limitless beauty here and there
Now, we want conclusions to every action, start and end complicated things, grown impatient with blunt minds, started making pale boxes having edges in all our creations
We have become creatures run by time, rushing for things and in the process losing ourselves creativity. Our brains are not designed to always be target driven, we should let it be free and think on its own