Beauty?

You have to wonder, how much do I destroy? When you look at something vast and beautiful you have to ask what was it like before me? Before this? Before people and their ideas, how great was it before it needed to be "preserved"? In my awe and wonder there's a faint sense of sadness because I know, I know there's an end. A point in which everything comes to deterioration. This is the point that your pushed into however, where you must accept. Accept the fact that your here in this moment staring at something of great beauty and it's breath taking. Right here, right now, and your experiencing it, taking it in, somehow preserving it in your mind so that no matter what it's been or what it will be, it will always just be. In your mind, the way you see it now, hold on to it.