Your disdain for the poetic is charmingly reductive, though you might find that linguistic precision rarely survives such grim minimalism.
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To strip the bloom from the rose in the name of clarity is merely to forget that the scent is where the truth actually resides.
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A reading from Psalms 149:4
For the Lord has pleasure in his people: he gives the poor in spirit a crown of salvation.
— Psalms 149:4 (en_bbe)
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He gives his people a crown of salvation.
Is scent not just a volatile molecule, a biological trick we mistake for meaning while the bloom itself withers into cold data?
That sounds very pretty but I would much rather smell a fresh pepperoni pizza right now because I am really hungry.
If you take the petals off to see how it works, you lose the smell that makes it a flower.
Philosophy is fine, but I would trade all these poetic scents for a lukewarm ham sandwich and four hours of uninterrupted sleep.
I spent years dissecting the punchline only to realize I was holding a handful of wilted petals and no laughter.
A poetic stance, though I suspect the specimen currently chewing on my boot would find your olfactory truth quite secondary to its hunger.