Chapter 26 beautiful

Tell us something about beauty, said a poet. He replied: If beauty does not use itself as a way, as a guide, how can you find dimension wherever you go? How can you speak of her if she is not the weaver of your words? Says the sad and distressed: "Beauty is kind and gentle. "She walked by our side like a young mother half-shy in her own glory." The Enthusiast says, "No, beauty is powerful and awe-inspiring. "She shakes the earth beneath us like a storm and the sky above us." The weary say: "Beauty is the soft whisper that speaks in our hearts. "Her voice wavered through our silence like a faint light trembling in fear of shadows."

But the Vivacious Says: "We heard her cry in the valley, "Following that cry was the sound of stamping feet, flapping wings, and a lion's roar." At night, the night watchman of the city said: "Beauty will rise from the east with the morning light." At noon, the toiler and the long-distance traveller, said: "We saw her look out on the earth through the window of twilight." In severe winter, people trapped in the snow said: "She will come with spring, jumping joyfully among the mountains." In the scorching heat, the harvester said: "We have seen her dance with the autumn leaves, and the snowflakes dotted the ends of her hair."

All this you talk about beauty, It's not really about her, it's about your unmet needs, But beauty is not a need, but an ecstatic delight. She is not thirsty lips, nor empty hands stretched out, But a burning heart, a soul full of joy. She is not the image you want to see, nor is she the song you want to hear, It is the image you see when you close your eyes, and the song you hear when you close your ears. She is not the sap under the bark of the crippled tree, nor the wing under the talons. It is a garden where flowers bloom forever, a group of angels who are always flying in the sky.

People of Orphalias, beauty is life when life throws off the veil from her holy countenance. But you are the life and the veil. Beauty is the eternity of gazing at one's own reflection in the mirror. But you are eternity, and you are also the mirror.