Saturday, January 9, 2016

Flowers, age, pain, and art

This world is too ugly, too violent.

 There should be something delicate to care about. To do so is to be lifted above the brute and to go toward the refined.
When we offer flowers on our altar, we are offering a high gift. Money is too vulgar , food too pedestrian. Only flowers are unsullied. By offering them, we offer purity. The tenderness of flowers arouses mercy, compassion, and understanding. If that beauty is delicate, so much the better.
Life itself is fleeting. We should take the time to appreciate beauty in the midst of temporality.

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