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Beauty Lives

Beauty lives, yea, beauty lives; Which alone defeats despair. But what of Beauty – The mist in the mountains is not, For is without the means of life. Beauty, from duellos, wherein Two duel and within that intercourse Becomes the Beauty. The red cardinal becomes red In its duel for mates; The monarch flashes orange To warn predators of distaste. These beauties emerge otherwise Than an emerald or red sunset – Call these instead lovely or glorious or sublime. Beauty becomes of life and thus Brings the meaning to This. Enjoy the sublime for what it is But fathom that the only way To emerge from meaningless Is to embrace that, from the emptiness of selection, comes the artifact of Beauty - Providing the blessing of redemption.

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Date: 11/15/2020 8:21:00 AM
Inspirational poem Chas..
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