A lovely young woman stepped forward.
What of Beauty, Master?
He smiled quietly and said:
Can man’s eyes ever remember a sunset as brilliant as tomorrow’s?
As life’s tired evening gently descends upon Everyman’s brow, will water ever taste as sweet as yesterday’s?
You see, every second that ticks by is like the fragrant blossoms of the field,
whose precious offerings are open for all if only they would
stoop to avail themselves of the treasure.
Beauty is for the few who seek it out.
Are you such a person?
Have you eyes for line and form?
Ears for delicate chords?
A touch for sensitive textures, and a taste for sweet candies?
Do the poets write for your favor, and artists labour for your judgment?
Do you collect beautiful objects and wear fragrant perfumes?
Do you spend your evenings in idyllic peace and harmony?
Do you enjoy reading beautiful crap like this?
You ask of emotional flowers, lonely corn, and orphaned flies.
You have spent your life’s hours in endless pursuit of these enigmas.
Yet, I will have the answer in a moment of raindrops, a flicker of shadows, or an Angel’s footstep.
If not then, surely by Wednesday.
Kehlog Albran – The Profit