The words don't mean much if the pictures are off. This page is about ME. What I am within. . . and without.
Actually the next page is more me. This page leads up to the next one. You can find your own meaning for what you see.
I'll say. . . it's about what I feel sometimes. I have doubts sometimes. Serious ones. And it's hard sometimes to speak them out. So I do what my mom showed me to do. My mom was an artist and she was so good at it. I know I'm nowhere near her skill but. . . i am her son. She would always encourage me by saying:Stuff like: you can be whatever or whoever you like; you are MINE and that alone makes you special. Simple things like that. All mothers say things like that at times.
But one day, I was unsure about everything all at once and, she sat me down and told me:
You are a Beauty. . .within and without. And beauty is one of the few things worth having in this world. really. you have a wonderfully handsome face, love.
don't frown. you do.
and Beauty is a form of Genius. . . is higher than Genius, because it needs no explanation.
it is one of the Facts of the World. like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflections on dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. it cannot be questioned. it has its divine right of sovereignty. it makes kings of those who have it.
is that a smile?
people say that Beauty is only superfcial. that may be so. but at least it is not as superficial as Thought is. to me Beauty is the wonder of wonders. it is only shallow people who will not judge by appearances.
the true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. . . yes, love, the gods have been good to you. realize your Beauty while you have it. don't squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious. Live! live the wonderful life that is in you!
let nothing be lost upon you. be always searching for new sensations. be afraid of nothing. with your personality there is nothing you cannot do. the world belongs to you for a season.
the moment i first saw you, i held you close to me and i knew that you were special. and you still are. let no one Ever tell you different. but you are unconcious of what you really are, of what you really might be. there is so much of you hidden from yourself that i felt that i must tell you something about yourself and what you can become.
not long after that she was gone. . . but she's never forgotten. neither are her words.
i remember what she told me. . . word for word.
That's what this page really is. My trip back to where I should be.
Enjoy.
K.
The Truth
What you came here for.
Part 2
My Reason
