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Beauty (draft)

  • Writer: Andrew Gibson
    Andrew Gibson
  • Oct 14, 2023
  • 1 min read

Updated: Oct 15, 2023


In silence, earth moans for heaven's form. The wolf howls in the dark wood as the hunter ventures out He returns home to build a garden for spring

as Beauty whispers for a witness - so desperately she waits In her space, in her time, see her flourish.


“She can always promise more than he is yet capable of comprehending. She lures, she guides, she bids him burst his fetters. And if he can match her import, the two, the know-er and the known, will be released from every limitation”


“By deficient eyes she is reduced to inferior states; by the evil eye of ignorance she is spellbound to banality and ugliness. But she is redeemed by the eyes of understanding. The hero who can take her as she is, without undue commotion but with the kindness and assurance she requires, is potentially the king, the incarnate god, of her created world.”






 
 
 

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