Not the unspotted blue-azure
skies.
Never a sun coming
up over the mountains or ocean – never mind a city or man-made spires – is as
beautiful as the one coming
up amongst the clouds, reflected in a lake, seen through the branches of a tree
or from anywhere that gives a different perspective.
So it is in life:
those who have suffered no loss can not understand the loveliness of someone’s
presence; those who have had no pain can not imagine how wonderful the absence
thereof can be; those who have had no sorrow have also probably not known great
joy; those whose paths have always been straight and narrow have not known the
beauty of the interesting things around the bends or over the rocks; those who
have not known love, can not appreciate its absence; those who have not
experienced the dessert will not have known the beauty of changing patterns in
the sand; those who have not been in the mountains will not be aware of the
solidness and energy held therein; those who have not known cold will
appreciate less warmth and those who have not known heat will not remember the loveliness
of cold.
And it
continues: for almost every sight, sound, taste or touch there is a ying and a yang; one
without the other is not as interesting.
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| Sunrise December 19 |
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