Today, you will knot your bow tie. It will not be perfect. That knot is both a concrete, fixed in infinite stripes of imperfection, and an abstract, a philosophical construct before it was ever a physical one.
It will never be perfect. It is it’s nature never to be. There is no Platonic perfection to its form.
Also, it is only temporary. One tug, and it goes. Look at it as flawed yet tender beauty in a world that passes everything by.
Yet, today you will tie an imperfect knot and you will flaunt it. Tomorrow, because it is the nature of these things to be done, you will do it again.
Chop wood, carry water, tie bow tie.