On Beauty

It is no ordinary stop that captivates, no lush green paradise as if to flush the ugliness of war. There is instead, that rush of purity that sweeps across the panorama of the mind to speak of the uncommon, of something changing everything just by standing still. It is said that pain is that which will evoke the journey to the mountain peak, yet quest is the fulfillment of desire and not the burning fire of dreams that dance before the one to seek the pinnacle of art. And when the best defining may not approach the mark of truth then in that sacerdotal lay, "God dwells in you"... there is the shining rim of day, God dwells in you! It is to know the fairest beauty of them all. In supreme accolade before the fair impossible white angel of a far ineffable white paradise, there comes a son of man, a daughter of the earth for whom all worlds, all time attends. ~