Beautiful things I've seen... I've seen many, but what's the most beautiful of them all?
Not the rising of sun over the sea of cloud atop one of the tallest mountain in my home country,
Nor the sight of the rushing Fraser River as I ride the local transit and gazes down,
Nor the sight of the dark ocean in nighttime as I stand by the sides of my friends.
Not the sight of those dear to me, such as my parents' white hairs and crevices on their face,
Nor the warmth of a certain girl that has long gone from my grasp, nor the memory of it,
Nor the wistful dreams people often have about a maiden they are maddenly in love with.
The eye of the beholder dispels all magics and illusion, but that in itself is an intricate design woven by the hand of Gary Gygax and others. That is not the most beautiful thing I have seen, though it's rumored that, of course, "Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder".
The story between Delita and Ramza in FFT, the struggles that moved my heart as a child. Whilest beautiful, it's not the most beautiful thing I've seen.
Thousands of different dreams, woven by different hands. All the games I've played, all the games you have played. The experiences we earned ourselves but mutually shared with one another because we've all played The Game, at one point of our life. That is still not yet the most beautiful thing.
What's the most beautiful... The pathetic moments where we strive for a bite of food and strive to live for another day, where we wriggle for a ounce of life to push forward, keep pushing forward, to live, so as to enjoy all those beautiful things that once moved us, and keeps moving us.
The strength to smile at the face of death, be afraid of it, realizing our mortality. Maybe not coming to term with it - I never did - but coming to term with the freak chance that each and every one of us LIVES. Take our parents, let them born, let them meet, let them have a child, let the gods-know-how-much chance trigger for that spark of life that is you, that is me, that is each single one of us be born.
The unique-ness of how we were born, all the things we get to enjoy in our lives. The masterwork that is each and every single one of us, despite all the flaws.
... I still don't know what's the most beautiful thing I've encountered. I might be able to tell you in another 80 years... *grin*