good morning to you also, pretty butterfly

This summer is amazing. This day will be. So much beauty. I jacked off this morning, and then sat on the edge of my bed, observing the sunshine of this July morning, only to see this amazing butterfly, so gorgeous, sitting right outside my window. What does it mean that there is this much beauty in the world? To what purpose this butterfly other than this joy in beauty, this delight in colors, in life?