La beaute du corps est toute entiere dans la peau. En effet, si les hommes, doues, comme les lynx de Boeotie, d'interieure penetration visuelle, voyaient ce qui est sous la peau, la vue seule des femmes leur serait nauseabonde: cette grace feminine n'est que saburre, sang, humeur, fiel. Considerez ce qui se cache dans les narines, dans la gorge, dans le ventre: saletes partout...Et nous qui repugnons a toucher, meme du bout doigt, de la vomissure et du fumier, comment pouvons-nous desirer serrer dans nos bras le sac d'excrements lui meme?
Why so sad, black one, why does your heart sigh within?
If death is the point of all points then is life pointless? But her green eyes sparkled in the dark-even if not for him. And there were green waters in the black. For even if the way of all flesh is that beauty must wither before dawn, the order of gravity that hands must fumble, lips tremble, shoulders drop, and the law of time that our face darken, words stutter, mind grey and slow, yet there will be found at the still point of the heart the memory of you. Like a scrap of fabric with your faded image on it,it was always lost and found.
Not the obliteration of time; not the redemption of time, nor a return to the illud tempus, but a gathering of time...
Who will hold the heart of man, that it may stand still, and see how the still- standing eternity, itself neither future nor past, uttereth the times future and past?
Guess Ill Forget You - The Black Heart Procession
3 comments:
This was the perfect night cap.
Death is at least true. It will come for all of us one day. Even if love doesn't.
C'est la vie.
Don't say that, fl.
Death is not true..it is a shadow, at best a stalker of reality.
Putting my muslim hat on -and I'm being serious for once- the green waters...death, evil, are only a falling away from life, the Good.
And I think love does come for us all-not on all days and not a perfect love even then. But on that 'one day' it will be so. And that's what will be most real. Anyway, that's what I believe.
'night.
b.
Thank you b. Yes one day. Maybe we can all remember that perfect love from the time before time. We go on all sorts of searches, trying for that. But until we can feel what another person feels, we won't be anywhere close to perfect love.
Now it's love by faith.
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