“Meeting of a literary society” Cancer 23

This symbol is illuminated at 8:13 PM EDT July 13

Exacting appreciation of beauty

The re-examination of all things encompassed by one’s cultural inheritance, like aesthetic sensibilities sketched across a horizon of human history as applied exactingly to one’s own compelling affinities in life’s journey: this is what sparks in the mind of the superior man today. 

Memory? Yes, possibly one remembers that day when at just twenty-two years of age the sky looked a pointillist rainbow of sparkling awareness adrift on Tara’s radiant breath. Such memories ground yet again that… “How could I forget this?”… focal core of sense. A writer might say, “If only I could get this onto the page, appreciation could never be denied.”

Fascinating: one thinks structure, order, law and principle like the foundation and walls for the most sacred of spaces. Good luck. All throughout history, the thoughtful wayfarer has tried to build temples. Of course, the hot sun melts the frost crystal clarity, however we are not building walls of frustration. We are building temples and singing songs of appreciation.
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Let’s not be too too serious about that which cannot be grasped and placed inside four walls or some other containment. We try, you and I, and try we must, for we are members of a society of wayfarers who for our own sake, remind each other of exacting moments of beauty.