There are days i look out at the world and i see darkness, chaos and to quote Yeats "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world."

And there are much better days where i realise that the world gets it right, and produces such a sculpture of beauty that it stirs mens souls to bare any burden in the quest to slay the rough beast that is slouching towards bethlehem.

This photo popped up in a Telegram feed to remind me of this, im sure nostr:nprofile1qqsglk3pn8zrn8ad0l6py66q9u04ac2hlklycz23uexluvd2ajrhlugppemhxue69uhkummn9ekx7mp0qyf8wumn8ghj7mn0wd68yv339e3k7mf0qy2hwumn8ghj7un9d3shjtnyv9kh2uewd9hj7trqf4h and nostr:nprofile1qqs0yadtxlty76lqx7dgtnjhxcrqu9jtzd4q33l3u7x75ce6htvyhlspr9mhxue69uhhwetvvdhk6efwdehhxarj9emkjmn99uq3vamnwvaz7tmjv4kxz7fwd4hhxarj9ec82c30qy2hwumn8ghj7un9d3shjtnyv9kh2uewd9hj7aq9qjm would agree.

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