The Virtue of Our Passions

The appearance of gentleness shows many gracious ways and this image of godly meekness is being totally true to oneself; it can't be stirred by rage, or even irrational revenge: indignation is an unthinkable bluff! Do nobles often embrace folly? Be it envy, betrail or debauchery, they all fall into the pit of misery; someone belonging to their bloodline got clever and invented the trick of alchemy... he imagined one sleeping when he was dead: the transformation was grandly achieved, the Veiled Christ was a showcase of grandeur! Sculptors with chisels and hammers create faces that are realistically divine; they embody their own spirit on those faces with expressions that exceed human beauty: more than paintings they exude emotions. Novelists write stories, poets write poems; who hasn't memorized a specific line written with cleverness and simplicity? Are we engaged more in remote interaction than in human emotions that spread affection? Do we forget to give a hug in our rush for success heading to a destination where dialogue is about affairs, not realizing that we are trading our happiness, for wealth, our temptation for holiness; and all the permissive actions that transgress? Do we see an end to obsessive and unyielding greediness? Can we ignore the voice of irreversible trust, and allow deafness to define our worthiness turned into mindlessness not connected to emotions? Never expect to be compensated by lust: it's not a guaranteed way to feel good without resentment: can we achieve glory without the virtue of our passions?