CWRUThe lines hold space, the space catches breath, and where the lines bend in disciplined tension, the curves then sigh into release. How did you know, Creative Spirit, that I have been so intent on the lines and definitions and calculations that I have neglected to see the spaces? How did you so perfectly comfort my spirit through architecture, salve my soul with the silent wonder of art, break open delight like sun through a window? You are indeed Muse and Mystery, a Tangible Wonder, my Daily Surprise. I follow the line, then let it go. I caress the curve, then move on. You have blessed me more than I imagined when I woke this morning. My heart is full.

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