All these beautiful things that we never do.

I think that Beautiful is a universal word, it can define everything that pleaes us. I realized this many years ago when one of my friends commented on an mathematical equation that it was beautiful, and I later realized how many things that have a certain harmony is beautiful. And of course this word and it's meaning can be tranferred to certain actions, actions that have this inner harmony, this fleeting relation to themselves and to the universe, actions that are complete in themselves and actions that convey a deeper meaning. The only problem is that these actions are quite rare. they are limited by who we are and our capabilities. we would love to have poetry in our actions but it is seldom more than dirty limericks, we would love our behaviour to remind of a well sung aria, but it is mostly a muted humming. we would love to lead a life that is like great art, a masterpiece in the art of existing, but what do we do? we let ourselves be limited by mere reality. If we bend reality with our will, if we say like mandrake that what your enemies are holding are not weapon but flowers then, and only then will our actions be truly beautiful.