When I captured the perfect sky, for the very first time, I saw it; where I found love, beyond understanding, I felt it; in the eyes of creatures and in the smiles of children I have known it.
There is something beautiful beyond description.
There is something beautiful beyond description.
Science will gaze upon the stars and reach down into the depths. We search for the edges: uncover the largeness in the small; the endless in the vast. Heads shake, hearts race, and with all the faculties of reason we know:
There is something beautiful beyond description.
There is something beautiful beyond description.
Religion, with all their holy books, find rapport with ancient souls. In stories that speak of justice, valor, love and hope, the masses find themselves smitten. They catch the scent, and filled with awe, dare to name (and can we blame them?) something beautiful beyond description.
Language, for all its good, has fallen short for us poor souls. We have staked claims, butted heads, killed, and died, ALL for the noble act..
of defining
while narrowing
capturing
yet limiting
knowing
but not trusting
..something so beautiful. SO beautiful. And yet, so beyond description.
