Could something beautiful come from this hand?
From THIS hand?
To be beautiful is to be perfect, is it not?
Perfection, it is not.
Perhaps to be perfect, imperfection is key.
The key to unlocking perfection?
Would it be better to choose imperfection then?
To choose the lesser over the greater?
Perhaps to be lesser is to be greater.
The beautiful then is what is least among us.
Among those striving for perfection, the least of us.
Beauty is a contradiction then.
To be truly beautiful, you must acquire the opposite of
beauty.
To run from beauty is to gain it.
Running from what we know?
How do we know that our beauty is truly beautiful?
Surely none can judge such a thing.
But surely there is one.