There is a scene in the movie Harold and Maude, where the two are sitting in a vast daisy field. The sky is huge and blue. As I remember it, the camera pans far away from them, so they are small things in this big field of flowers. The camera zooms in. Maude is holding a daisy and telling Harold how each daisy is unique if you take a closer look. She goes on to explain that the reason why so many people are so sad is that everyone wants to be this (she holds up the one daisy) yet they feel like this (she sweeps her arm towards the vast field of many). As I go through my materials, I am trying find the potential beauty hidden inside. Just another thought about the meaning of precious and wondering if it exists in us all.