Freedom is Beauty; Beauty is Freedom

Sometimes when we tamper with something beautiful, it becomes not beautiful.  Those were my thoughts this morning when I remember how beautiful the multicolored skein of ribbon was before I knit it into a scarf. . . but how can that be?  The freedom of the ribbon, the flow of the ribbon, the fall of the ribbon had been destroyed when it had been forced into the neat fat knots of, albeit, a beautiful scarf.  What lesson in life has that taught me?