I've been thinking about some of the people I have met along the way in my journeys here and there in this world. I have met some of the brightest minds in the least likely and lowliest of places, and some of the dullest in likewise oddly elevated locations. That then reminded me of a marvelous statement made by one of my favorite people, Stephen Jay Gould. It came from an article: Wide Hats and Narrow Minds, New Scientist, 8 March 1979 issue, on page 777.
Let not ambition mock their useful toil.
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;-
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.
And waste its sweetness on a desert air.
T Gray
Is the flower that blooms in solitude any less pretty?
Is the poem that is never shared any less profound?
@CallMeDave Not at all. And is it not special if you see a bloom by a forest track, to know that, you, and perhaps you alone, have met with it and given it a moments appreciation, in all the vast unthinking universe.