There's that certain feeling of connection you get sometimes when you talk with someone. You're thinking to yourself, while you're in conversation with that person, oh wow this person is amazing. Then you start daydreaming, still while in conversation listening to every word that person says (but mostly during those little pauses that don't seem awkward at all), about what the future could be with this person if you both did become a couple. But then at last, the conversation comes to an end, you both share a brief hug, a wave, and smile. Then you walk away, totally unaware of when you might see that person again... if you'd even see that person again. End?
But at least for those few moments, those sweet moments, I had your time and attention, your full and undivided attention. And I know that's really more than I could have ever asked for.
Oh subtlety, for if there was ever a more distinct sign of grace and class it would be that. There is no more misleading part of a painting than the unknown number of brush-strokes of paint it took to show that supreme shade of feeling - the artist of skill made it look natural, under several shades of subtlety.
Both is true - the small, little things and the big picture are absolutely necessary, to experience and savor; but the magnifying and careful eye needs context to reconcile, accordingly.
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