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[…The boy took his grandfathers hand, withered they were with age and looked upon the blessed southern sky and wondered. Why does it seem that when we are faced with two choices, that we are blind to the spaces between them? His gaze drifted upward past the rustling of the trees bespoke they were in their own elegance, past the carved face of his grandfather whose eyes matched his own momentum. Again the boy wondered, looking at the sky which in its lofty elegance now resided within the blue hour. If I were to be awoken and find myself within this womb of natural stillness would I, be able to tell if the sun were rising or setting? “My dear boy”, the grandfather started…]

“Beauty is the lack of judgment, it is complete understanding.”