A couple of weeks ago, a good mate of mine here in Budapest who reads my blog commented that one entry was shorter than usual. It was the one about moving statues, since commented on by U.Cronin, whose book is worth a read, by the way. Apparently, they’re used to me rambling on and this sort of flummoxed them.
But yet, much as I love to use words, to make them work, to make them say things together that might be lost in a single utterance, I know the value of simplicity. Edward de Bono told me once (yes, I had a night out with the great EdeB in Budapest) that his book ‘Simplicity’ had to be drawn out for the publisher – it was too short. But there’s something to be said for simplicity and right now, I feel the urge to share Walt Whitman (1819-1892) with the world … and if you recognise it, it’s you.
Among the men and women, the multitude
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none else – not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearner than I am,
Some are baffled, but that one is not, that one knows me
Ah! lover and perfect equal
I meant that you should discover me so, by my faint indirections;
And I, when I meet you, mean to discover you by the like in you.
As Leonardo de Vinci said: simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.