Where one is the only number. Where there is only one of every thing. There is one apple. You bite into it, and you savor sweet. There is one eagle. You watch it fly, and you see swift. There is one harp. You listen to its song, and you hear harmony. There is one candle. You put your hand near it, and you feel fiery fervor. There is one flower. You sniff its scent, and you smell spring’s splendor. There is just one, so you experience good for what it is. There is no second apple to compare which is sweeter. There is no falcon to fly beside the eagle and prove its superior speed. There are no other instruments to create an orchestra to drown out the sound of the lone harp. There is no other source of fire to compete with the candle. There are no other flowers in the garden to mix with the smell of this flower. Because a sweeter apple, a faster bird, another beautiful instrument, a bigger fire, and a differently scented flower do not invalidate the goodness that is in the original. The comparison that the latter is superior does not make the former inferior, more good does not correspond with bad. Goodness is good. Truth is truth. Nothing can shake that. Nor dispute that.
There is a world where the sweet apples grow together on a tree. Each one is a little different and each one has a different mouth to feed, and they nourish the world together. There is a world where the eagle is fast and the falcon is faster. Each bird is fast and its majesty is there for all of creation to see the majesty of the Creator. There is a world where there are many different instruments, all beautifully made and each producing beautiful harmony. Each instrument complements the next until as a whole, the individual harmonies create an excellent symphony, and so each becomes an instrument of bringing great enjoyment. There is a world where fire can be sustained by candle, firewood, fuel, et cetera. Each method is unique to the earlier, and each creates warmth, sometimes when an alternative couldn’t under the circumstances. There is a world where various flowers grow in the same garden. Each flower brings a different sweet smell, and when spring comes there is a different scent to be enjoyed with every step through the garden. There is a world where there is one you. And you are beautiful. There is a world with many of us. And when we recognize the beauty in the one, our thinking is beautiful. Is this world your world?
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