Realize it or not, there are many things symbolized by the progression of a not so straight line. Your heart rate. Blog stats. The rise and fall of pleasant (and not so pleasant) emotions. The complexity and depth of a plot. The taking off and landing of aircraft.
There is so much held within the lines that aren't straight and here I am, pen in hand, trying to split my life down the middle with ink. The line looks like a worm and the merciless mocking cackles I hear are only echoed within my thoughts so I'm going to take it as it is. I am going to look at my work and say
Look at that.
How I can draw and articulate my hands and - my my how wonderful is the creation of the pencil.
Then you will ask how this relates back to the beginning, and I will answer,
"Does it have to? This is a passage about squiggles, not circles."