Paradoxical Musings

Beauty is a window into eternity. The garden is a play act of the temple. The temple is a metaphor of eternal life. Thus the body is a temple—that is, the body is beautiful. It is made to be such as a window into eternal things.

We do not understand this, we only glimpse it passing, as a form seen through a key-hole; it is attractive, but we’re not sure quite how. To see beauty is to look through the key-hole and know that there is an eternity of suchness that is yet to be revealed to us. To love beauty as it is made to be loved is to hope for eternity. The hope is for the object of this love, that it may be beautiful indeed; and it is also for ones self, that it may one day embrace the reality of the present icon.