2, 4, 6, 8

Patterns can be simultaneously exploited and revered; they can remain unadulterated or be subject to retooling, scrupulous and not so.  We cling to them pathetically at times but they also create origins for new spiderwebs.  I put these notes, these words, and these instruments together, for reasons that may seem perfectly clear to me.  So much so that sometimes I feel my patterns betray me.  Our brains love them and society quickly snaps up anything that can be packaged neatly in single-serving, 100-calorie bags.  Advertisers sell feelings after all.  The product disappears, trailing off in a prattle of side effects in eight point font.