A Murky Beauty

I think that there must be some cosmic beauty in the human being

If all things are the many faces of that one great life,

Then the strange and mysterious beauty of God dwells within us

But one must withdraw from the heat of the writhing mass to see clearly

To align our vision with the truth of things, beyond the narrowness of our human affairs

And behold ourselves as the stars might, as a crawling microbe on the face of a great stone

And to see the grander beauty in the dreaming and the dying, in the cresting and falling waves

In the loveliness and the atrocities, the ceaseless striving of the world 

The divine madness



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