And I always thought that fragrance was what separated the God and the Origamist; hope you are not treading on thin ice here calling creations of God paper flowers...and, even if they are, the fact is irrelevant for the admirer, for he bows to his desire, not to the object of his desire- for he wields the power of imagination to elevate the object to any level. He craves for thirst, not water; with power of thirst he can create water any where, even in desert. As long as he abstains from consuming the product of his imagination mirage and reality do not differ for him, empowering him to elevate reality. The pinnacle of proximity and abstinence is what reveal highest form of beauty (true admirer knows this), for beauty is nothing but the tension in senses because you are so close and yet do not touch. One touch of finger and the decay begins. To "want" is glory of beauty, to "have" it is its death. Beauty begins and ends with delirium, and a touch is beginning of its end.
-Pulastya
-Pulastya
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