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Thoughts on Beauty


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Written by Sean   
Friday, 16 May 2008
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Beauty

At age 18, I found out that beauty existed. I have often been told that beauty exists in everything, flowers, streams, even a dirty hobo. I found all of this to be completely ridiculous. Physical beauty is nothing more than a temporary state. I found that absolute beauty does not exist in some object that can simply be viewed whenever one chances upon the feeling. Beauty is the raw and passionate exhibition of emotion, the goosebumps, the breathlessness, the wonder. It cannot be placed into words, though that alone shall not be enough to stop me. I have seen beauty, I have seen the hearts and souls of men and women poured out for the world to see, and have marveled at both their elegance and courage. I have seen dancers bear their souls, become lost in the music, and become indistinguishable from it. I have seen them dance and float and witnessed all others turn to dirt, soil, and grime at their feet. I have heard violin scream and timpani rage with the souls infused in them by their players. I have heard the earth quake and tremble beneath the intensity of spirit that flows so gracefully along its jagged surface. My soul was struck, my very core was illuminated, and I was humbled. I was below emotion, a creature who by the very nature of its race can never rise above the elegance of jealousy, of lust, of love, of passion, of mercy, and of the demonstration of what can only be considered the purest thing to ever exist: absolute and unbridled emotion. There is an honor in being a dancer, in being a musician, that simply places the performance on a level unreachable by anything else. To hear the soul, to watch the ministrations and the expressions of desires, of wants, and of true beauty placed upon a stage and open for scrutiny, it is for lack of any better word, godlike. There are no people upon a stage; there is no individual. There is only the soul, and the conduit through which mere and filthy mortals could be so blessed by God to witness beauty in its evasive form and splendor..



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Posted by resistanceisfreedom
2008-05-17 10:02:06
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pretty deep.
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