One day, sitting in the garden, half listening to the stereo, which merely bored me. Unconsciously, to myself, I looked at a film of dirt I had picked up on my hand, when I suddenly saw the exquisite beauty of every little grain; instead of it being dull, I saw that each particle was made up of perfect geometric pattern, with sharp angles, from each of which a brilliant beam of light was reflected. Then, suddenly, my consciousness was lit up from within and I saw in a vivid way how the whole universe was made up of particles of material which, no matter how boring and lifeless they might seem, were nevertheless filled with this intense and vital beauty. For a second or two the whole world appeared as a blaze of glory. When it died down, it left me with something I will never forget and which will constantly remind me of the beauty locked up in every minute speck of material around us.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 10:50:22 +0000
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