I saw a spider web today and it reminded me that spiders have no care for aesthetic value. They just create practically in order to survive.
And yet when I look at a spider web, I'm reminded of all the poetic metaphors that speak of their beauty and expertise.
I spend so much time trying to perfect that I don't create. I think that's a natural human condition.
But how much more productive it is to create and let whatever comes as a result be experienced. Because without existinence, there can be no possibility.