On the way into work this morning, I looked up at Highway 90 which curved and splayed right over my head, and thought how beautiful highways really are. While not a lover of asphalt jungles that neglect the natural beauty of the earth, I must admit that freeways with their bends and twists are marvels of creation in concrete and steel. Beauty is beauty whether is it is in the primitive curve of a daisy’s petal or in the manmade constructions around us.
When I voiced my thoughts to D, it came out something like this: “I like highways. I think they’re pretty.” Given that it was a non-sequitur and came out of nowhere, D looked at me funny and said, “Okaaaay.” I explained my rationale to him and he got it.
As I booted up the computers in my virtual reality room today, I found that someone had tacked a fortune from a cookie onto the wall right by my operator’s console. I pulled it off the wall and what did it say but “You find beauty in ordinary things, do not lose that ability.”
