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You are beautiful.
----- It's something I've decided, something that occurred to me long ago. Everything is
beautiful. I have stood in awe at the space from me to the moon, the shimmer off the
snow, and the pure fact that we exist in this beautiful, detailed, ever-changing complex
world is staggering. The amount of years, the number of cells working in unison to make
you breathe, to make your hearbeat, to catch the light, bouncing through the air to read
this written form, that which we don't even understand, turning my typed scratches into a
voice in your head, reading this to you...
----- How many eons did that take? How many came before you, how much blood,
sweat and tears met the ground before you were born? What made you live, what set your
heart beating, what made you what you are when you were a speck, barely visible to the
eye?
-----Life is beautiful. Therefore, death must be beautiful.One rejoins the other.
-----The thought I had immediately after this one -- that everything is beautiful -- was
that... "What? Insects too? Parasites?" At which point I thought of all the grossest things I
possibly could. But still, they are beautiful. Your stomach may react with revulsion, but
that is the way you need to react to live. Were it not a part of your needed lifeplan to find
refuse and death revolting, you could not function as you do. Think, if you were freed of
that which gives you this gift -- life -- would it so revolt you? What harm does it do you,
since you no longer have a life to be threatened? Does it not have that self-same spark that
we find so precious? It lives, as you live now. It is merely different, and your need for life
made it necessary to blind you of its beauty. You can not find all things beautiful and exist
as you are. But that does not mean they are not beautiful.
-----This modern, human world focuses much on beauty. And you hold what it claims
to be so rare, so precious -- beauty. You are beautiful.
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