fame

When we give too much fame to something that was originally beautiful in itself, we make it garish. We all want to claim knowledge of it, rub our hands over it, exclaim and praise it, though often those who cry the loudest have the least idea of the exquisiteness of these things. And those who may truly value it turn away because they do not like to admire or take a look at what the crowd surrounds, like hens squabbling over a worm.

And so what has extravagant beauty is tarnished by fame.

I wish these things were appreciated in muted tones, perhaps that shall fix it. Quietly, with dignity and beauty.