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And today

Symbolic of everything in life.
Why does the first image fill us with happiness and wonder while the second merely disgusts?  And what is there in the human psyche
that says: “This one is beautiful –  the other is abhorrent”?
Logically, the two stages are part of the same great natural process which should enable us to look on them with equal  pleasure and understanding – or is such god-like detachment impossible for most us?
Truly “the heart has its reasons that the head knows not of”!
As Wordsworth finely expressed it:
“To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears”.