A snowflake is imperfect, but I see in it the DESIRE for perfection. Perhaps in a vacuum, with the temperature just right, with water that has only the exact impurities, added at just the right moment, a snowflake could form that was a perfect expression of geometry.
As it is, to think that it falls through chaos, buffeted on all sides, beset by a world that wishes for it to become nothing more than a frozen shapeless blob- and YET it still retains so much of that order?? It is nothing less than miraculous, and it is balm to my eye.
A hastily jotted note in Kay's Journal