The ways in which we have been shaped, have left us looking for the wrong things. And yet so overwhelmingly convinced we are wading around in the proper waters, we just keep looking, reaching in, and grabbing for what our mind keeps telling us we need, and we keep coming up with the same things that just keep the inferior familiar cycle going. When all along, we have everything we need to live free and content, at peace...in reverential awe.
And yet it is still there, in that misshapen environment, that we all must bump into the Beautiful. The Beautiful is always hanging out right there amongst the damaged, stunted, and soiled.