The Four Beauties

Something I came up with last year during meditation.

The Four Beauties.

Beauty has no love to give. Beauty if nameless, label-less, thoughtless. It is beyond the scope of thought. It is Sacred. Beauty is silent, love is loud. Try to put them together, and you have a cacophony of nonsense.

1) Death is the true Beauty. Death has no feeling, no thought, no nothing. The approach to Death is so, so, painful, but the act of actually dying is utterly painless; a benediction; a Beauty.

2) You are stirred in the black abyss of Beauty, until you are Chosen again, in which you are born. Creation is the second Beauty.

3) Children are simple and pure, and so they are happy. Childish bliss is the third Beauty, as is curiosity.

4) Chaos is good, is pure. Chaos is the natural state of the universe. Chaos is the fourth Beauty.