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I am profoundly affected by displays of beauty. Beauty is indicative of symmetry traditionally, and our brains function to recognize it and let it resonate when we spot the patterns. Symmetry, and thus beauty, is equivalent, at least from my own perscpective, to the execution of some sort of intelligent construction; whether it be in nature, as in the flawless design of the fractal, or some man made show of opulant insight.
I've especially susceptible to its wielding force; it strikes me and all I want to do is hold on and never let go, like some child on the first day of kindergarden.
I'm holding on.
I'll keep holding on when I give up, but its all given up.
Hold on.
I've especially susceptible to its wielding force; it strikes me and all I want to do is hold on and never let go, like some child on the first day of kindergarden.
I'm holding on.
I'll keep holding on when I give up, but its all given up.
Hold on.