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grassLove seeks beauty, a reckless, itinerant gambler aimed at the eternal possession of the good.

Love in its quest for beauty thus directs the mind toward knowledge.

But not knowledge of generality, not of types or stereotypes,  but of particulars, of individuality,

Of features so specific they belong to only one person, one work, one blade of grass.

Love seeks radical difference, how something differs from everything else.

Gesturing at the infinite, an unfulfilled hope.