| | Once again, it's time for me to stop talking so we can listen to someone else.
"The texture of the world, its filigree and scroll work, means that there is the possibility for beauty here, a beauty inexhaustible in its complexity, which opens to my knock, which answers to me a call I do not remember calling, which trains me to the wild and extravagant nature of the spirit which I seek. Were the earth smooth, our brains would be smooth as well; we would wake, blink, walk two steps to get the whole picture, and lapse into a dreamless sleep. Because we are living people and because we are on the receiving end of beauty, another element necessarily enters the equation. The texture of space is a condition of time. If we were to judge nature by its common sense or likelihood, we wouldn't believe the world existed. In nature, improbabilities are the one stock in trade. The whole creation is one lunatic fringe. No claims of any and all revelations could be as far fetched as a single giraffe. Beauty itself is the fruit of the creator's exuberance that grew such a tangle, and the grotesques and horrors grow from that same free growth, that intricate scramble and twine up and down the conditions of time."
- Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
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