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2 October 2005 12:04 amI am attracted by beautiful things and whatever form this beauty takes, I crave for its possession, for its longterm effect on my own self. The beauty of the littlest things I want to share with myself and the world. What I see when I see thruthful beauty is beyond comprehension. It is not "to see the world in a grain of sand", I am not so minimalistic. The unattainable embodies beauty; what is already attained needs to be protected so that its beauty should never lose its effect on me.
Preserving beauty in its original form can be done in words, paintings but also just in the series of endorphines released in one's brain. All are equally effective for creating a shield to protect oneself from the cruelty of the outside world. It is not an escape from reality but a return to an own individual reality, one which prevails over the horror of all else.
When beauty is attained and preserved, we praise ourselves for our will to move on with it.
Into what reality I will end up remains to be seen. Beauty is a fragile being, prone to subjective critique and sometimes so far out of reach that reality becomes nothingness.
Along with me.
Preserving beauty in its original form can be done in words, paintings but also just in the series of endorphines released in one's brain. All are equally effective for creating a shield to protect oneself from the cruelty of the outside world. It is not an escape from reality but a return to an own individual reality, one which prevails over the horror of all else.
When beauty is attained and preserved, we praise ourselves for our will to move on with it.
Into what reality I will end up remains to be seen. Beauty is a fragile being, prone to subjective critique and sometimes so far out of reach that reality becomes nothingness.
Along with me.
