It seems a flower, but not a flower,
It seems a mist, but not a mist.
It comes at midnight and leaves in the morning.
It comes as a spring dream that does not last long.
And its passing is like the morning cloud; you will find it nowhere.
--Bo Zhuyi
“A day spent without the sight and sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.” ~Lewis Mumford
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