<!-- bryant-content-generator:start --> # Life is an illusion which wisely prevents you from... > {{Life is an illusion which wisely prevents you from seeing yourself fully}}, because if we could see ourselves fully we would be paralyzed in awe by our own sublime design. But from time to time the illusion weakens, and we get a glimpse of that profound beauty. We have all felt it. Perhaps it was the way a child spoke to us, and we marveled as they became our teacher. Perhaps we sensed a living static in the air before a storm or while the wind blew across the forest, where patterns and sounds spoke to us with a mystical sense of meaning that we could not understand. {{In spiritual moments we nearly perceive a grand, divine conspiracy of interconnectedness between us and everything.}} Perhaps you have caught a gleam in a stranger's eye — a spark of strange kinship, and though they looked ordinary, you saw their unusual beauty. Maybe in that rare moment, you even considered that such a rare beauty could also be in you. {{Beauty speaks to us in moments, and then we forget.}} I wish I could convince you or somehow show you how truly marvelous and beautiful you are, but I can't. But, f{F{rom time to time, in the moments when you need it most, you will be touched, and you will remember your own beauty.}} **Source:** [[books/Simple Reminders Book (2014-2018)|Simple Reminders]] <!-- bryant-content-generator:end -->