It comes together, somehow, against my sense of what works visually: this image, this situation. I am not comfortable with confusion and when I don't see a pattern, I get confused. And when that happens, once again I am asked to focus on seeking comfort in lack of pattern, in a jumble.
What I notice is that once I let go of that initial discomfort, there's not that much there, little to tense myself against. That's worth noticing, given how I've struggled against it.
Indeed, I have spent so much of my life avoiding situations I expected to be uncomfortable and it's taken me this many years to notice that once I enter those situations, there's nothing much there. Certainly nothing to have paralyzed myself against.
It's quite a comfort to let the jumble in. And sometimes there's even extraordinary things to see that otherwise weren't noticed.