09-12-2017, 10:40 PM
To me love and beauty are those roots sticking out of the earth when you're climbing. I dig myself into holes and have to dig my way out every day. You reach for those roots for support and sometimes they're loose and come out of the ground. So you have to test them lightly but fully, and if they aren't firmly rooted you have to find something else to grab hold to, maybe just dig your fingers into dirt. But love is more painful, and beauty more dangerous. I can love anyone I find beautiful. Those feelings attract me to misery. Those feelings make me want to lay down my life for a person even when she's not in danger. But love needs beauty, some beautiful sense. Beauty doesn't need love. Beauty is a monster that indifferently feeds on love though it prefers to be thought of as a vegan.