In the end it is beauty that we love, beauty that heals the soul and makes us believe that there could be a god, must be a god. We will do anything to have such beauty, to possess it, whether or not it can really be possessed, because we worship it. In that sense, at least, there is a god. Beauty is a god that, instead of being possessed, possesses us, drives us, riding us like the gods of Vodou, to imitate it, re-create it, and love it. Before such an onslaught of divinity we are helpless. 

D. Carlos Traxler

One year ago: 23 Feb. 2016