In our search for truth, we oftentimes dissect it as a flower is dissected into its many parts. We peel the petals one by one, we examine the stamen and the pollen grains, the pistil and the ovary. But in so doing, we see not the flower anymore, and we have destroyed with our own hands and curiosity the very thing that delighted our eyes and gave inexplicable joy to our hearts. In the end, we are able to know everything but the flower itself. We are able to know all things but that which is priceless, that which is pure and true and beautiful.
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"I bare my nakedness to the world that the world may see who I am; not the mask that hides my flaws, not the mask that hides my beauty. I bask in the light and I TAKE OFF THE MASK!"