Beauty

Feynman always says it best.

I also believe in being unsatisfied with one’s life, and being in constant doubt of every thesis I come across to explain nature around me. It’s what keeps one moving, evolving, without stagnation. The Universe is what it is. We are but observers of this cosmic dance, and such a beautiful show must be watched without prejudice, and with a child’s awe and curiosity.

What the heart calls home

Magnificent feeling, to a traveled tired soul,
On return to familiar abode.
Enchanted the feeling, in cozy warm hole,
Fleeting the satisfaction, a bare shell, without thy folk.

Where lies solemn solace for a drone,
Amid all nations known,
Not a house to call my own;
Without my beloveds in my home.