However, looking back in my life, I think about people I've encountered who tip the Richter scale with complexities. The most interesting of these folks I find are the creative types; artist, poets, writers and musicians. One could spend a lifetime delving into the imaginative thinking of these wonderful breads! Also amongst the complex group are the true intellectuals; those with masters and doctorate degrees; our professors, philosophers, the true academians. These complex people are very captivating, full of interest and surprise. However at times I find them a bit heavy, brooding, seeming almost tortured by their gifts.

While contemplating the simple, I can't help but think of Jenny and Forest, Forest Gump. Relating to her character, I too want to run away and escape the complexities of life, seeking to numb the raw human emotions that overtake me. I look for solace in the safe harbors of simple things. A sunset, the softness of a flower petal, a smiling dog, all bring a peace and understanding unexplainable in intellectual terms.

One of my most profound experiences was with my neighbor's son born with Cerebral Palsy. Body crippled, mind seemingly unaware of his surroundings; simple and basic as one can get. Every now and then I would catch a small glimpse of understanding in his sweet eyes; a hint of a smile as he watched his mother lovingly care for his needs. In these brief moments of consciousness, I witnessed the pureness of life, broken down in to two basic elements: Love and Understanding.

So which would I choose? I honestly cannot say either, or neither, but both I suppose. Each has its own accolades, but each is also flawed. One simply has to seek the beauty and grace of both.