Sometimes we are inspired by the powerful surge of beauty that makes the mind redundant.
It is the waves of feeling that meet a desolate shore; the parts of them you have never seen elsewhere in another vessel. It is where the civilised meets the jungle sprawl, where ice meets fire—where the mind meets the heart.
We exist in a world where love is reduced to less than what it should be; maybe it is because many of us are scared to be alone.
We worship the aesthetic nature of the people we encounter more so than the ineffable beauty that permeates a person’s being. There is nothing wrong with this; physical beauty can be just as intoxicating, but with nothing more than a ‘nice ass’ to hold onto we can quickly lose our grip or find a juicier peach to squeeze elsewhere.
When we admire someone for something more than just their physical majesty we begin to sink into our heart once more and find places we didn’t know existed. The idea of God becomes alive even to those who have no previous understanding, not because we are now whole in our union with the other, but because it moves us beyond our seeming all-knowing mind.
gentlemaanjames 