ROSE HELL

Feb 14, 2009 11:50

In feudal Japan time was measured by the burning of incense. An audience begun with the touch of flame to a perfumed stick ended when the last curling tendrils of smoke dissipated ( Read more... )

time, faith, demetia, aging, death

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sollite February 14 2009, 19:27:21 UTC
This is deeply moving. I hope you have a chance to share this with a wider audience sometime.

What is beautiful is the most true, the most real. This is always the case. The ugly meanness of this time for her is just a counterpoint line of dissonance in the sweeping, overarching composition that is her being (of which you are a part!). The beauty of how it all ends is always too profound, too simultaneously immanent and transcendent, to leave any possibility of regret or sadness. Were we really to "get this" in our lifetimes, we would spend all our days in hushed, reverent anticipation of what turn will happen next on our way to this glorious end.

She is more than this, and the moment of her return to what is momentarily forgotten will be a joy beyond comprehension.

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katheye February 15 2009, 01:32:52 UTC
Have I mentioned lately how much I adore you?

Like Mary Lane and my daughters you "get" me which is a gift beyond measure... and for someone who doesn't identify herself as an artist you have a profound understanding of beauty... and I'm profoundly grateful for the way you continuously deepen my own understanding of beauty and of life. Thanks for being you.

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