Embrace beauty.
Embrace happy beauty.
Embrace sad beauty.
Embrace meaningful beauty.
Embrace inane beauty.
Embrace pedantic beauty.
Embrace shallow beauty.
Embrace wise beauty.
Embrace foolish beauty.
Embrace old beauty.
Embrace young beauty.
Embrace past beauty.
Embrace present beauty.
Embrace future beauty.
Embrace known beauty.
Embrace mysterious beauty.
Embrace frightening beauty.
Embrace comfortable beauty.
Embrace calm beauty.
Embrace tempestuous beauty.
Embrace ugly beauty.
Embrace written beauty.
Embrace spoken beauty.
Embrace physical beauty.
Embrace spiritual beauty.
Embrace inner beauty.
Embrace worldly beauty.
Embrace naive beauty.
Embrace embracing beauty.
Embrace solitary beauty.
Embrace quiet beauty.
Embrace loud beauty.
Embrace overbearing beauty.
Embrace crying beauty.
Embrace laughing beauty.
Embrace heartbroken beauty.
Embrace strong beauty.
Embrace frail beauty.
Embrace angry beauty.
Embrace wounded beauty.
Embrace incredible beauty.
Embrace commonplace beauty.
Embrace distant beauty.
Embrace the beauty at hand.
Embrace Gogol’s beauty, and that of Dostoevsky and Camus and Franz Wright and Voltaire and de Sade and Lautreamont and Gaiman and Tolkien and Kerouac and Vonnegut and Bradbury and Salinger and Mallarme and Voltaire and Jarry and Satie and Diesel and Johansson and Aurelius and Jesus and Buddha and Muhammad and elephants and monkeys and buttons for eyes and crooks for tails and thunderstorms and calms and sighs and laughter and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on …
“by the way thank You for
keeping Your face hidden, I
can hardly bear the beauty of this world.”
-Franz Wright