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Something beautiful, since you’re here:


“Meanwhile, in this blink of existence bookended by nothingness, we busy ourselves with
survival and with searching for beauty, for truth, for assurance between the bookends. The
feeling of that search is what we call meaning. Suffering — biological and psychological, in
private and en masse — has always accompanied our species, as it has every species. But we
alone have coped by transmuting our suffering into beauty, by making symphonies and
paintings and poems out of our fragility — beauty that does not justify the suffering, but
does make it more bearable, does help the sufferers next to us and after us, in space and in
time, suffer less, in ways the originating consciousness can never quantify in the receiving,
never estimate their reach across the sweep of centuries and sufferings.”

– Tony Morrison