Combatting Seasonal Sadness With Beauty

I think purity is such an enticing idea. I think we’re drawn to extremes—we’re interested in the worst of humanity and the best. We want to find the outer edges of things. Where’s the limit? Who was the best person to ever live? Who was the worst? Then, the next logical question is: where do I fall?

One of the most inspiring things I learned was about how the ancient Greeks used to consider marble a semi-living thing. “The exhalations of the earth.” The idea of stone as crystallized breath is so poetic to me. It’s also a reminder of the great systems that are in progress all around us, the natural order of things, it’s nothing short of a mirac

Binary thinking is a shortcut that bypasses all sorts of complicating factors. It is so much easier to discard a “bad person” or avoid a “bad food” than it is to figure out what has caused the adverse behavior or reaction.

Why do you think we have such resistance as humans to acknowledging the commingling of beauty and ugliness?