It so often happens that we don’t really understand what’s been said or written. Just like the nature does.
We don’t decipher properly what nature conveys to us. We rather ignore it like we never heard because we actually didn’t.
To hear, to read, from the things that are said and written, you must see the preferences that you are given to be able to understand it.
That’s where the abstractness comes into picture. It isn’t close bound. It’s open. Like the sky, the angles, the clouds, the untitled mysterious which are worthy as they are, free for interpretation. 😇