Simplicity

Some pple tinks that I am very simple...

Others tink that I am somewhat simple...

Yet, there are those who tink that I am a little simple...

So am I a simply person?

Yet, someone once told me "You are so simple to the point of complexity"

Everything is simpler than one thinks and at the same time more complex than one imagines...

Simple procedures (codes, programs), in nature as well as in computing, often yields the most complex results. Where does the complexity reside, if not in the simple program that created it? A minimal number of primitive interactions occurs in life. Was life somehow embedded in the primordial soup all along? Or in the interactions? Or in the combination of substrate and interactions?

Complex processes yield simple products (for example, a poem). What happened to the complexity? Was it somehow reduced, "absorbed, digested, or assimilated"? Is it a general rule that, given sufficient time and resources - the simple can become complex and the complex reduced to the simple? Is it only a matter of computation?

Perhaps simplicity and complexity are categorical illusions, the outcomes of limitations inherent in our symbols system. Complexity would then be when we use a large number of symbols to describe something. For example, a straight line can be described by three symbols (X, Y, and the distance between them) - or by three billion symbols (a subset of the discrete points which make up the line and their inter-relatedness, their function). But whatever the number of symbols we choose, however complex our level of description - it has nothing to do with the straight line or its traits. It is not rendered more (or less) complex or orderly by our choice of level of (meta) description and language elements.

Thus, ultimately, complexity touches upon very essential questions of who we, what are we for, how we create, and how we evolve. It is not a simple matter...

Maybe the dual nature of simplicity lies in the hands of the one goin thru it...


Cheers!