The beauty of life is found in the ordinary. The intricate workings of infinite particles interacting within the process of the typing of this post. The calm that comes from a gentle breeze. The passionate anger that arises in response to the harming of one’s self or loved one. The veins of a leaf. The instincts of a mother.
The blessing of Man is not his ability to achieve or acquire great things. The blessing of Man is to recognize and employ his ability to appreciate all of creation.
Consider the stars.