We are submerged in and surrounded by a world overflowing with Art - harmony, symmetry, and proportion.
It is no accident.
We are no accident.
Do you think the birds are singing for no one?
It's a morning-song of gratitude, as they woo in the sunrise.
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The birdsong is a hymn.
