Many of us spend our lives trying to catch a ‘butterfly’. Chasing high and low, reaching, grasping, trying to have, trying to own whatever work of beauty it is that we crave. Then at some point, after one almighty lunge, we crash to the floor empty handed in a crumpled, painful heap. Suddenly we notice the throbbing sensation of the pain, the pulsing energy of the body, the warmth of the sun on our face, the distant sound of a lawn mower, the sweet scent of freshly cut grass, the chattering of birds, the sound of breathing, all utterly inseparable from whatever it is that we are that notices. And in that moment we understand. Beauty is not the property of anyone or anything, but the essence of every particle of our infinite being.