Something I wrote in a comment that I thought would make a good post

[misterx]

"When I see a sagging house or a forgotten ruin, or a swirl of oil in a puddle, it reminds me that I am within the neverending process of birth and destruction that is the universe. Swirls of decay making the raw materials for the next creation. My awareness of this creates a strong feeling of belonging and rightness within me... the great machine works all around me, and in me, and through me. I am both cog and observer, and I walk in amazement through the intricacies of it's movements.

The world, seen in this way, is full of beauty, even in decay. The ballet of being is everywhere."




From this post:
http://misterx.livejournal.com/363584.html
this thread: http://misterx.livejournal.com/363584.html?thread=2475072#t2475072

It's very worth reading what yuriination wrote too.