If you don't die of thirst there are blessings in the desert. You can be pulled into limitlessness which we all yearn for or you can do the beauty of minutiae the scrimshaw of tiny and precise. The sky is your ocean and the crystal silence will uplift you like great gospel music or Neil Young.
Every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all are come.
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For what the horse does under compulsion as Simon also observes is done without understanding and there is no beauty in it either any more than if one should whip and spur a dancer.
