To See is Both Beautiful and Horrible

This I have established beyond the shadow of doubt
Alas it is us that make it beautiful and horrible
But strangely its not our actions that make it such
It is our seeing

Because of this riddle we always assign blame to bombs
But isn't the problem that the concept exists at all?
Action follows vision, someone always sees it before it bursts
The world needs an anti-bomb concept

A vision for men of action to follow
If only we could figure an idea in perfect dissonance to
Fear and Killingry
Surely you know one, anyone will do

But wait
Have you ever felt fear while seeing beauty?
Perhaps we'd be too hasty to discard fear completely
To tremble before the butterflied flower or the mountain sunset
Bursting with life Energy in MOTION.
Afraid how such beauty could possibly exist at all

Light binds with invisible threads
Attention servant to habit
Life awakens and out paces the light, weaving a magic spell,
creating new forms we call beautiful or horrible
Yesterday's concepts run for the hills
Briefly attention roams free holding hands with fear and love

Until light catches tiring life
And so the ebb and flow goes
Day in and night shout

An end to beginnings might sort it all out
But then we all would just sit and pout
All alone with our shadow of doubt

So I will give thanks that things are this way
Cause to have only one means to have neither
I am a lucky man that I tremble