Simple. Complex. Complicated. Convoluted.
The first three concepts were considered during a job evaluation. My boss and I were aiming for a classification upgrade, and the evaluator was drilling down to the dividing line…yes, my job was complex…but was it complicated?
Hierarchy. The more complicated the more training we need, the more money we make, the more prestige we garner.
Surgery, for example, is complicated…and when something goes wrong, what is it called? Complications. (not to say surgery isn’t necessary at times, but it is an overused allopathic solution riding roughshod over natural, harmonious methods of treating ailments.)
Nature, however, is complex, but utterly and stunningly simple in its expression. It becomes complicated in the explanation of it. Moreover, the more complicated the explanation, the less accessible it is, while at the same time making the explainer seem smarter, elevating him/her to expert!
Enter: Baffle ‘Em With Bullshit!
I think this may be the banner cry of the imposition.
When complex rolls into complicated and on into convoluted, it’s a sure sign you’ve left organicsville for the funhouse.
Simplicity is how we find our way through. It is the unity in all. Complexity is the distinctions. Think snowflakes. Or the markings on a cat, all of them. Beauty resides here.
How does your body feel just reading the word complicated, or convoluted?
Can it really be that simple? Yes. Yes. Yes. It can. And it is.
In food, in meditation, exercise, in choosing a mechanic for your car…anything and everything…is it simple to complex, or is it complicated or even convoluted?
Do you see it?
Do you feel it?
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