Did I ever tell you the story of when the stars came down, just a few of them mind you, to tread with shadows in the forest?
The Beauty of The Flower, or the perceived separation of Science and Creativity
I was listening to a song the other day (thank you Spotify Discover Weekly) called 'Red' by Phoria. It's a nice piece, floating ambient piano coupled to a clapped beat and slightly breathy singer, it's a good song to listen to when you're thinking about other things. Halfway through the song though, blooming from the gentle wailing vocals comes a deep, soothing voice.
"..The beauty that he sees is available to other people and to me, too.."