EXQUISITE JOY

 

 

 

 

We welcome, the world seemed to say; we accept; we create.  Beauty, the world seemed to say...

To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy.  Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfect control as if elastics held them; and the flies rising and falling; and the sun spotting now this leaf, now that, in mockery, dazzling it with soft gold in pure good temper; and now and again some chime tinkling divinely on the grass stalks --- all of this, calm and responsible as it was, made out of ordinary things as it was, was the truth; beauty, that was the truth now.  Beauty was everywhere.

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~ Virginia Woolf, from Mrs. Dalloway

 

 

 

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