Contemplation in Abundance and Mystery

How breathtaking the feathers of peacocks and macaws are.
I’m endlessly struck by the fact that such exquisite, radiant “masterpieces” exist in nature at all.

Why are they so perfectly beautiful?
Could they really have come into being purely through nature?
What does “natural” even mean?

Yes, they form according to the instructions written in DNA.
But then—who wrote that code?

Was there an intention behind it—by “something”?
Or is everything simply unfolding on its own, without any design?

What is “natural”?

I love understanding the world through science, yet the more I learn, the deeper the mystery becomes.

Everything happens beyond our comprehension—
and that’s precisely what makes this world so mysterious, and so achingly beautiful.