August 12, 2011
That which dazzles drops.
A petal must make something
notice, then depart.
Beauty is not pretty things well-placed, but rather strange things placed perfectly. It is the strangeness that turns our heads, that catches and focuses our attention.
The purpose of beauty is to bring the seemingly separate together so that we no longer experience the world as fragmented. The flower and the bee are one.
Beauty is fleeting because its purpose is fleeting. Once we are together, hell – where we are cut off from and struggle with each other – disappears. Heaven is a shared place.


