And so it goes...

captain america: civil war

The price we have to pay for security is beauty. Every increase in security represents a loss of beauty. It’s like the movement of a pair of scales. I am grateful to a good horn player in a good orchestra if he cracks a note. I have the feeling that he has taken a risk, that he did not use the valve, which would have made it impossible to crack the note, although sound thus produced is ugly and unpleasant. Really beautiful sounds only materialize when a note adjoins the one that follows. In America, I am told, someone who has played three cracked notes loses his job. That’s why they use safe instruments. String players use safe fingering, it’s the same with virtually every instrument. But much that is brilliant, magnificent and really crazy occurs when we are on the verge of a catastrophe. And if we dare to go this far, we can experience things that are unbelievably [unheimlich] beautiful.

The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.