The Most Beautiful Things
Pfenix Quinn
Flag said to Eternity...
"You are too vast. Too unfathomable. And you smell of corpses."
Eternity pointed to Presence and said...
"There you go again. Flitting about hither and yon, consumed by the notion of merging with me."
Presence looked up and asked...
"Is that you Eternity? Have you come for me? If you could kindly hold on for a little time more, I still have work to do here."
Flag said to Presence...
"You are too small and too fast. One just barely catches your scent and then it is gone again."
Wind, who was passing by, said to Flag...
"Stop complaining. Without the eternal movements all around you, vast, never-ending, with their source in the cosmos... And without now, without the weave and the dyes and the painstaking careful raising of your standard, you would have neither form nor flutter."
Flag thought that they would continue to wave, but not in order to explain things. Flag nodded thanks to Wind, who was already gone again.
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“I am looking for friends. What does that mean -- tame?"
"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties."
"To establish ties?"
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world....”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
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The most beautiful thing is a friend that you haven't seen for a long time.
Although, I'm more shortsighted than the wind.
True friends are siblings you choose for yourself. Family for life, the ones you may count on through thick and thin.
Men are like flags in the wind.
For some reason, I can't seem to get this song out of my head since I've read your article...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5WybiA263bw
Ain't love the sweetest thing.
The wind.
It's power fleeting.
The answer is blowing in the wind.