Beauty by its very nature is fragile. Touch it too roughly and it’s gone, grasp it too firmly and its petals fall away. It must be held onto lightly and gazed on attentively or it slips away. You cannot analyze it or pull it apart to see what it’s made of or how it got there, if you want to experience the flower in the field. So, too, are our lives. Concrete yet so elusive. For who can fully analyze our lives or understand their many ways? But we can taste and feel them in the moment and refuse to pull them apart like the petals of a flower.”
