Does a fleeting, dying moment make beauty? Is it something that only happens if you happen to catch it on the way out, and therefore it becomes precious? If it could last forever, would it truly be beautiful? Or is it that it is something that points our attention to the present moment and its transience that makes us sense the fragile, careful qualities of the passing nanoseconds?
Here are raindrops on my favorite tulips, new this spring, taken today in such a moment.
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You seriously need to do a PhD in philosophy or something... Or write a book... I don't know what, but you gotta get all this out to the world, you have such a gift of putting things in just the right way!!
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