There are so many beautiful things around us, though rarely do they stand on their own, rather place, time, light and shadow, a coincidence of ideas make something that catches my eye. There are, there should be, limits on how far something can be pursued. I am content to be constrained in how I see things, in fact I welcome it.

We not only steal from others but also from ourselves when we insist on making things how we want them or on going  where some inadvertent profanity leads us. Maybe that's the key to the humanist perspective, there is beauty in the sacredness of the other, and endless ugliness in defiling it.