Lines Everywhere

I am becoming enamored by lines and shapes. Everyone and everything is composed of lines and shapes. We cannot escape this fact. And yet I can't help but notice that the majority seems to believe they can. No one individual could maintain their physical form if it were not held together by some kind of shape(s) or intersecting lines. To me this is proof that EVERYTHING has a purpose. It doesn't matter what the naysayers spew forth. For even they are not immune to the laws of the Universe.