Creativity
- Liora Hyman
- Jan 26, 2018
- 1 min read
The opposite of war and chaos is creation. When the world is at ends and seemingly stretching at the seams, things can be built out of nothing. It is similar to how a bird can take broken tree branches for a home and a twig’s comparison to a broken heart. It is the way a song rides on the backs of a melodic line, out of the sound waves invisible to the eye, but in technicolor to the ears. I wish more of the world was capable of such originality, such beauty.
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