No edit; no filter. Just the perfection held effortlessly within the chaos.

Alan Watts, in The Wisdom of Insecurity: A Message for an Age of Anxiety —
“Where do I begin and end in space? I have relations to the sun and air which are just as vital parts of my existence as my heart. The movement in which I am a pattern or convolution began incalculably ages before the (conventionally isolated) event called birth, and will continue long after the event called death. Only words and conventions can isolate us from the entirely undefinable something which is everything.”