In 1945, the physicist beheld Trinity.
Would it eat the world that day?
Would it stop the Rising Sun and end the World’s strife?
But it was magnificent, horrifying, and in a terrible way… beautiful!
In 1985, she waltzed into the room.
Was she truly only fifteen years of age?
Was she not wearing anything under that skimpy undershirt?
But she was magnificent, horrifying, and in a terrible way… beautiful!
So, I stood today in 2025, wondering what it means to be beautiful.
It is a profound idea that is somehow impossible to get your head around.
And you have to see it, hear it, feel it, or somehow perceive it.
And it is magnificent, horrifying, and in a terrible way… beautiful!
Catch a Falling Star 