The beauty of the bloom is breathtaking. I would hope, however, that neither fear nor arrogance would make me cling to this one bloom. That I would not be blinded to the vast abundance and diversity of other breathtaking blooms. That I would not cling to the belief that this is the only bloom gifted. That I would not judge the infinite by one finite bloom. Nor should I hold the same vision of scarcity when gazing upon other gifts offered by sweet Life. And then the whisper, “Well done little one. But ponder this as well. Though Truth, would you also let your reflection blind you to the infinite beauty of the finite?” To see neither the infinite as finite nor miss the finite’s infinity.