Something one could do
Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.
Love has to go through darkness and pain and endurance and a stark acceptance before it can come out into the far light of the sun.
I know the world is bruised and bleeding and though it is important not to ignore its pain, it is also critical to refuse to succumb to its malevolence. Like failure, chaos contains information that can lead to knowledge — even wisdom.