Inherent

There's beautiful things, where we somehow convinced ourselves that there's something good about them. Often without knowing what exactly it is.

 

And then there's things that are inherently useful for something, and I mean something that's relevant in and of itself. Or interesting in a way where you wonder, how does that even work? Or even if you don't wonder how - after all what's that knowledge gonna be good for in your reality - recognize it as a minor miracle that it works. Like the fact there's room for a brain capable of maintaining controlled flight in the head of a bee. Or how there's functional nerves and muscles in its legs, that are just a tiny fraction of a millimeter thick in total.

 

Frankly, that impresses me a lot more than a pretty flower or things like that. With their tendency to display perfect symmetry and all that, assuming their growth went unhindered, they're designed "closer to the metal" of the universal computer. But that too sounds more like the "interesting" category of things. Or maybe like a place where the lines between the two get blurred.

 

Only, then again, to that bee, the same flower would be highly useful of course. Perhaps the concept of beauty is just the acknowledgement, that someone else probably has a use for this, and therefor, I'm grateful it exists. In a way, that would mean beautiful things are, in reality, ugly? Doesn't ring very true either.

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