Pinnacle

A human being is a kind of pinnacle, is he not? Miniscule details. Lips. Legs. Arms. Fingers. Face. Soul. Whole. Always the one who stands out in a picture, no matter how small, like a furious little storm in space. Rocks, flowers, animals begin and end their passive lives in near-blindness. But at any given time, a man never does any less than he always does, even when he's doing nothing but sitting and talking with his friend. Even when he's alone, he's not. The second most intensely beautiful thing God ever did, as far as I know.