I live in a world where the young, smooth, quick, colorful, shiny, loud, and moving is the beautiful. This is what the eye goes to, admires with lust and what the eye cannot turn away from. But this would not be able to exist under my gaze if it was not for the old, rough, slow, fading, muted, quiet and still that is around every day in every way. Just remember all that must come before so that the new can exist. It hides and usually works when the weather is very hot or very cold and may be just beneath your footfall while you are gazing at the beauty under your eyes.