It was beautiful not despite but because of the friction it has had to endure. It had been thrashed around, but instead of being destroyed, it was improved with every scratch and scrape, sculpted. In fact, the scuffs themselves are what gave it its quiet splendor; they are responsible for turning a simple piece of glass (which could have just as easily been trash) into a gem. (Wendy Blackburn)
“We were made to enjoy music, to enjoy beautiful sunsets, to enjoy looking at the billows of the sea and to be thrilled with a rose that is bedecked with dew… Human beings are actually created for the transcendent, for the sublime, for the beautiful, for the truthful… and all of us are given the task of trying to make this world a little more hospitable to these beautiful things.”
― Desmond Tutu
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. Franz Kafka
Greetings, fellow adventurers and friends off the beaten path,
Just returned from a trip to Detroit, where I went with a courageous friend to join her for a day in her element. Stopping at the Heidelberg Project, I take with me Tyree Guyton’s thoughts:
“We live in a world today, where a lot of us are afraid to see the beauty that exists amongst chaos.”
adventures of a traveling translator 