Profoundly Obvious

In my philosophy, I walk the line between the obvious and the profound. Sometimes I err on one side, sometimes the other, but every so often I hit the sweet spot and everything I wish to say comes out as beautiful, true and clear. The rest of the time what I say is either too pedestrian and dull or too enigmatic and dense. The challenge to say just enough - not too little and not too much. The challenge is to show another the world through one's own eyes, and to be seeing the world newly at that same time. It should not ever be forgotten that philosophy has as its focus both truth and beauty, that it matters not only what one says but how one says it. And which is this, trite or profound? At one time one, another time another - perhaps even both at once. For would it not be best - to expand the trite into the profound and contract the profound into the trite? To explode the atom into a universe, and to condense the universe into a pea? Where truth and beauty fall apart and together, at that moment, we lose and find ourselves and forget to care which. This is the beauty of philosophy and its truth. This is - it's glory.