"One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods
is the mood which will suddenly strike us
perhaps in a garden at night,
or deep in sloping meadows,
the feeling that every flower and leaf
has just uttered something stupendously direct and important,
and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility
not heard or understood it.
there is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one,
in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things.
there is beauty,
not only in wisdom,
but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance."
G.K. Chesterson (via obeymissmay)