Sit back & watch the butterflies in their perfect insect dance wings fluttering they swirl around one another overhead of the daisies & you think "My God" how tasteful & perfectly arranged all of it is; that god could work such a miracle as all of this right down to the purpose of the butterfly & it's flowers and work in the elegant little dance of the creature without interrupting or spoiling it's purpose merely adding to it's majesty.  & all the crude things are seen plainly to be undesirable but thankful for them so that we may know what we do not want in our worlds.  The world reveals itself in silence.