It begins with Richard Feynman’s famous anecdote of a flower.
a blossom is beautiful to the eye,
and even more beautiful to the mind that unfolds its hidden dance of atoms.
Yet, the truest beauty belongs neither to the petal nor the atom,
but to That which looks upon them both.
For without the Seer, the seen is but a shadow.
the dawn of all wonder begins within the One who notices.
-Nim-