Is there such a thing
A beauty beyond this world; that is eternal and exclusive, dark and shining, loving and powerful. An unending sense of splendor in which beauty is not abstracted into forms, but is pure and alone, yet in that loneliness and melancholy the greatest love and the greatest joy. And how does one reach that thing? Is it through emptiness? Is it through pain? Is it through the destruction of the soul and unyielding will?
