The kind of beauty that makes you double-take. And weeks later wake up in the middle of the night with a confused wonder that suspends reason.
This isn’t the beauty you’ve been told about. Modern or ancient aesthetic standards can’t measure it. This can’t be replicated, simulated, or fabricated.
The world only knows this beauty in a flash of light, a moment of opening, where you think you may have seen it but you aren’t... quite... sure...
Until the exposure of this beauty becomes common, then you will believe it is real. You will know where to look.
I’m angry that you don’t understand what I mean when I say: beautiful.
But this beauty doesnt need to prove itself. If you don’t know, then you’ve passed it by. I don’t blame you. We’ve been told a lie - that this beauty is only for a few, only at particular times, only if you work for it, only for the fortunate.
The divine speaks to me, not in words, in sight. You say a picture is worth a thousand words. Look at life as a message from God.