How Wonderful.
Now
in old age with a weaker eyesight, can I see beauty that is just before
me which I didn’t see with good eyesight before, even were I to have
the time. What a revelation.
Now can I
find, enjoy, read, hear, see, beauty in the simplest things. My mind is
as young as ever. I don’t need to have read a novel, or to have heard an
oratorio, opera, symphony, seen roses, orchids, ... to really find
beauty, I don’t have to have eaten special foods, drinks. But then I was
so haughty.
Beauty must be rich, grand,
brilliant I thought, ignoring, humbling, despising beauty in the so
simple, the so small, the so common, ... so near, yet, so dear to me,
now:
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