The Simplicity Of Beholding

Everything
is complex
and everything
is simple.
The rose has
no why
attached to it,
it blooms
because it blooms,
has no thought
of itself,
or desire
to be seen.
What could be
more complicated
than a rose
for someone
who wants
to understand it?
What could be simpler
for someone
who wants nothing?
The complexity
of thinking,
the simplicity of beholding.

--Andre Comte-Sponville
(from "A Small Treatise on the Great Virtues")