there's this tree twice my height that i walk by often and in the winter i don't wish it had leaves and in the summer i don't wish its leaves would fall off because its leaves are truly beautiful and true beauty kills distaste and true beauty kills desire i've seen few people who understand this but many that spend their days chasing what they think is beauty or paralyzed by what they think is beauty lost but the sublime is not something to run after and find it's something to cultivate like a garden full of sunflowers or raise like a blue-eyed child |