I thought of this the other day while I was watching the divine Rudolf Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn.

The result of focused effort is the perfection of pure beauty.
Nothing can surpass it.
All else can be counted merely as obscene ugliness.

Additionally:

No matter the form, thought, emotion, or diposition, we are all only the clothes that God wears.
We are formed to His will.
Without Him we are without purpose or direction, and without us, He would be cold and barren.

Also, a bit of humor I just thought of:

There can be no end of the world, no Armageddon, because then who would God play with.
It’s no fun playing in a sandbox alone. 🙂

[Posted by a West Point Cadet]

AMDG