All this useless beauty.
Elvis Costello wrote that line, and while I don’t know the song and don’t particularly like the lyrics to the song, the line resonates deeply within me. Every day, I look at out at the San Francisco Bay, I walk among the skyline, I stand under blue skies and in fog, and every day I marvel at the beauty of it all. And it truly seems as though I am living in a vast pile of currency no one will take. Why? Because, for whatever reason, I equate value with doing something. And simply gazing at beauty seems to be useless. I know in my heart it’s not, I know, know, know this to be true, but still, to look out on beauty fills me with helplessness and loss. Helplessness because there is nothing for me to do with the it. Loss because I have to let it go.