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Tasks begin with scattered bits, No shape nor intent. Just the remnants of an abstract notion.

Stumbling amongst the binary, A certain order emerges from the chaos. Bits steadily merge to pieces, Arbitrary threads expressed through time.

Until uncertainty creeps in through the branches. Interrupting flows and disrupting cues, Cascading dissonance and disconnect.

This too is a part of the process. Withdrawing; resting and resetting. Till edges crystallise to focus, Revealing what is and what can be.

Then render the tacit arrangements Until the threads become rope And all the pieces become parts And all the parts become the sum Of the whole– the thrill of the end. Then begin again.