on wings

Let me tell you now, child, the trick to beauty is that you really have to see something, for all it is and was and ever can be. You see, nothing is ever confined to the limits your knowledge and language want to impose. Nothing is anything, just as anything is anything else. Think about that while you hold your breath waiting for the worst of it to be over, blind yet suffused with wonder. And when you really see, come back and tell me how beautiful it really is.

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