The most wonderful parts of heaven are the bores of the earth, though those bores are only idiots and the near-sighted moles of mortality, seeing only their own eyelids. They do not question or reject. Perfect acceptance and harmony is beauty. Everything that does not act on its own accord is perfect. They are without fear and proceed with the bliss of ignorance, becoming part of the infinite beauty of balance. They are quite literally without flaw because once we introduce will and determination, fault is inherently born, born from error of decision and indecision, passion and lies, from the myopia that blinds us from the very beauty that explodes around us. The problem is we cannot see these explosions because we try to perceive them and cannot understand them. But the greatest feature of beauty is that we do not need to understand it (for once unraveled does it not dim?), but that we need to understand something larger: that beauty is extreme and fathomless; at its simplest, our minds bulge and burst; at its most complex we neglect to notice it at all because it is too much. But if we know that beauty is limitless, we can forgo the fundamentals of its face, the basic principles of what it means for something to be beautiful, and fill with the feeling of its true function and our over-riding purpose for it: hope. Real beauty will never fail and will always be, and that may be the most beautiful thing of all. It is tomorrow, it is God, it is love, it is dreams, it is all that hope has ever promised us and all we could ever need to feed our starving souls. That is why the bore, the simpleton, the “idiot” is the greatest person in the world. Though he may not provide directly to the progression of the world, he takes in beauty for what it is, eats it up, and lives on with it inside him. Look past your lens and stare wide-eyed into everything, blankly and without prejudice. Do not hold back and experience the world first-hand. Explode.
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