Beauty

 Towards the end, or the middle, or even the days preceding it, it becomes quite evident that we all live without beauty in our lives, and beauty - in her grandest and most eloquent state, reveals in an unquenchable sublimity the half-truth we all grab because the half-truths were easy to grab, they never questioned Man if he was ready for them, as love or wisdom or simply doing the laundry courageously often does, these often ask if Man is ready to breathe and be the Truth, for as long as time wishes him to be, between bitter wars and plagues and corruption, between infinitesimal speck of purity and everything that is voluptuously impure, between the largest neuron cells in our system that carries the signal of hysterical unbridled loneliness or just the joy of existing quietly as the world moves through speeding trains, the giant horses and eagles of civilisation carrying the deepest shit humanity generates, while beauty recedes into papers of lonely personal quest, into the Truth of Life or the Truth of Death but not those half-truths of dragging on, and beauty recedes into not pretending but living, and beauty recedes into solitary silence of a person lost in life, and beauty recedes into embracing Death without playing chess with Him.

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