and so, for me, it comes to a pursuit of beauty, an attempt to capture this ephemeral moment with words given through some spontaneous fashion. There is only the intent to arrange what's received, patience awarded by a glimpse of something not quite yet told, and then my role to relay it to the page. It's all just a momentary truth, any art here is simply my translation of a wordless reality, never lasting past its reveal, and each word a mere souvenir of past beauty. In this sense, the beauty I speak of is not the flash of false notions, nothing that can be defined by tradition, nor given boundaries of a pleasing sign - no, this beauty is beyond compare, free of judgement, it's the depth of a reality that gives rise for comparisons to be. In truth, I don't pursue beauty, it's constant through every guise of what seems other - my only role is seeing, and letting beauty reveal itself completely in its own.
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Peace,
Eric
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