Upon hearing of the shallowness of beauty,
I went to Beauty’s seashore.
I dipped my hand into the water along the sandbank to catch Beauty like a guppy shimmering just below the surface.
Instead, in grasping for her, I found my hand empty; I felt nothing but Sun-drenched liquid as pressure between my fingers.
So then I thought, “Beauty must dwell just a bit deeper.”
I inhaled a breath of air and plunged my face in the water, searching for the ocean floor below the surface.
Opening my eyes to the stinging salts, I saw no floor at all, just the gradient of the ink of black depths rising up to mix with the dying thrusts of Sunlight.
Through this sadomasochistic orgy between light & dark, I descended.
I swam so deeply that the Sun had given up following me long ago; deep, wet darkness— now a Widow— had swallowed her consort fully.
Continuing my dive, cold & blinded, terrified and mystified, my lungs filled with water as my body finally forced a deadly breath.
And for just a moment,
I could hear the faintest giggle of Beauty
echoing and bubbling from far below,
as she danced in her unfathomable profundity.
Upon hearing of the shallowness of Beauty,
I drowned trying to reach her depths.
This is something I wrote during the editing work of my last video, while I was in the process of exploring and saturating in the philosophies of Venus♀. To take an experiential dive into Venusian energies, see the video ("Why & How Venusians Dominate the Arts") here.