My brain is a peanut rattling around in a vacuous bone cage. I wasn’t built to process the beauty I’m constantly inundated with.

This is an incredible blessing, but it’s one I’ve developed almost no ability to appreciate. For one, it’s a sea where principally systems devoid of beauty organize beauty. And I’m no navigator. For another, as a rational actor, this beauty is fundamentally irrelevant to my day to day- I have not discovered a way to leverage this beauty in any capacity.