of Appreciation

The artful parabola, skims through the air in a pleasing geometry.

A billion-bit of information traverses our neural-synapse links, transposed into a singular tapestry. We do not see the world in numbers, although mathematics govern with an iron-fist the foundations of our universe, our reality. We do not see, hear, touch, taste, smell in the realms of analytical degrees, but where we fail to see the cosmic spreadsheets dictating every law of physics, we make up for, with the ability to discern the sum of it's parts.

I stood, watching the winds sway the trees; languid clouds flowed along the vast channel of pale blue sky, and a single bird danced in the uplifting breeze.

And I believe, that what makes us human, so delicately human: is the appreciation of the beautiful things, wondrously big and infinitesimally small; and the delightful inner joy that comes with sharing it.