It's quite the opposite, beauty needs discrimination or it becomes just as
meaningless, if everything is beautiful, then what is beauty?
Daniel
Well, it makes sense. Because then, everything becomes beautiful. One
begins to recognize the superlative in all things.
There's a Navajo ... prayer, I suppose. It's all about beauty. Beauty to
the left of me, beauty to the right of me. Beauty before me, beauty
behind me. Beauty above me, beauty below me. I walk in beauty.
Once one recognizes this, I would guess that everything blurs at the
edges.
Best,
Cecilia.
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