wilson-beauty

September 2, 2024

A single rose, a gorgeous sunset, the intricate design of what had previously been an “ugly” insect—I cannot guess what she saw, but she saw. And in excitement and rapture, she cried out to her mate (whatever form of “marriage” they had in those days) “Oh, look at this, look!” and he looked and he saw. And beauty was created in a world that had been flat and dead and meaningless until that moment.

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Thought:

“When wine runs low, it is not worth the sparing;

The worst and least doth to the bottom dive:

Wrong not thy leisure, years vouchsafe, in daring:

But sometimes look into thy grave, alive.”

Joshua Sylvester | from the French of Pierre Mathieu

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