Beauty in Imperfection

This is where we are at right now, as a whole. No one is left out of the loop. We are experiencing a reality based on a thin veneer of lies and illusions. A world where greed is our God and wisdom is sin, where division is key and unity is fantasy, where the ego-driven cleverness of the mind is praised, rather than the intelligence of the heart.

Bill Hicks (via zealotry)

When others run to windows or out of doors

To catch the sunset whole, he is content

With any segment anywhere he sits.

From segment, fragment, he can reconstruct

The whole, prefers to reconstruct the whole,

As if to say, I see more seeing less.

A window to the east will serve as well

As window to the west, for eastern sky

Echoes the western sky. And even less—

A patch of light that picture-glass happens

To catch from window-glass, fragment of fragment,

Flawed, distorted, dulled, nevertheless

Gives something unglassed nature cannot give:

The old obliquity of art, and proves

Part may be more than whole, least may be best.

Part for the Whole by Robert Francis (via blacksheepboy-)

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

William Shakespeare (via corona-borealis)