Like truth, without us, beauty cannot spread her wings and soar.
Like truth, beauty vanishes from the world unless we share her.
Like truth, beauty does not exist unless we mirror her back to herself.
We are the threads that sustain truth and beauty; just as truth and beauty are the substances from which these threads are made.
"Truth is beauty, and beauty truth," Keats wrote in Ode to A Grecian Urn, "that is all ye know on Earth, and all you need to know."
