Thoreau wrote in a letter to Emerson that: “it is the height of art that on the first perusal plain common sense should appear — on the second severe truth —and on the third a beauty." Recently, I've come to several conclusions that evaded me before. I used to imagine that everything hinged on common sense, but there are some things in life that transcend this monochromatic notion into an area only tread by truth. This truth can be debatable in how one chooses to face it, but all the same it is the common denominator for the realities one is exposed to. It is in coming to terms with these truths that beauty emerges.
The realization that there are layers to "understanding" is what makes finding answers to life's quandaries so difficult, and yet so captivating. In this way, I can always be an explorer, and never stop searching.
A mix of genres for (or about) contemplation:
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