oh my god
http://www.horriblepeople.tv/episodes/season-1/episode-1/

Is it possible, I wonder, to study a bird so closely, to observe and catalogue its peculiarities in such minute detail, that it becomes invisible? Is it possible that while fastidiously calibrating the span of its wings or the length of its tarsus, we somehow lose sight of its poetry? That in our pedestrian descriptions of a marbled or vermicilated plumage we forfeit a glimpse of living canvases, cascades of carefully toned browns and golds that would shame Kandinsky, misty explosions of color to rival Monet? I belive that we do. I belive that in approaching our subjectwith the sensibilites of statisticians and dissectionists, we distance ourselves increasingly from the marvelous and spell-binding planet of imagination whose gravity drew us to our studies in the first place.

"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?"

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Ever had an inescapable emotion?
Love? Hate? Paranoia?
That emotion is a product of evolution. The feelings ingrained in your brain are a result of perfections through millions of years of beautiful evolutionary work. swweeeetttt