Observing social insects at work awakened in me a sense of how large, complex things happen as a result of countless infinitesimal acts. How, for instance, a string of young bees link their efforts together, joined like a necklace down the face of the comb they are building, the wax and excretion from their own bodies. The most startling and precise of architecture is fashioned through such toil. I can think of nothing more beautiful than virgin comb. This work is not so labor intensive as that, but the processes involved entail the patient accumulations of small acts.
Process is important.
By employing the simplest of plans and procedures, great complexities and densities emerge. The least substantial of lines and points become fleshed out with accumulated substance. Connections between these points and lines are made, and out of the chaos of possibilities certain patterns emerge, and mutations and digressions of patterns, until finally a coherent form begins to assert itself, insist upon itself. In the end it's as though the form forms itself. Some forms, such as Radix and Nidus , assert themselves as would or tangled webs of fiber made pendulous with the weight of obsessive attention and their repeated immersions into beeswax, and at times, a petroleum product called asphaltum.