Common sense has it that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I’d rather say that beauty is everywhere. A thick explosion of perfection, right here under our eyes. Symmetry and perverse geometry. That’s what it all is. I’m not only talking about nature, but also about the Divine Comedy of the human being.
Mountains of womanly curves, sumptuous smiles, gracious moves that teem with broken promises. A rash of a freckle, an O in an orgasm, the illusion of peace altogether with the tired white dove, a twisted arm, a bent neck, hair blowing in the wind. Isolate the shy, distinct image from the ugly whole and you have symbol within symbol of love, of chaos ingesting the order. Give everyone a try, cause everyone is ready to carve apart that slice of love from their body.
Waste not, want not.