I’ve come to realize that nothing beautiful is created beautiful, it must grow from an ugly little worm into the creature it will one day be.

In the beginning there is only sickness and mediocrity. The sickness often encroaches on the mediocrity, which enjoys the company and attention. Eventually the sickness overtakes the mediocrity, and sometimes the mediocrity is forced to become part of the sickness. But sometimes the mediocrity fights back and learns from the sickness and by seeing what it is that makes it sick, allows itself to become beautiful.

So while nothing is created beautiful, the whole design of how things become beautiful is actually the reason why they are so.

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