So I thought I ought to make up for this "glory of the mind" side with a second [journal] that would talk about the body or about things. Not the profound thoughts of the mind, but the masterpieces of matter. Something incarnate, tangible. But beautiful and aesthetic at the same time. With the exception of love, friendship and the beauty of art, I don't see much else that cant nurture human life. I'm still too young to claim to know much about love and friendship. But art...if I had more time to live, art would be my whole life. Well, when I say art, don't get me wrong: I'm not just talking about great works of art by great masters. Even Vermeer can't convince me to hold life dear. He's sublime, but he's dead. No, I'm referring to the beauty that is there in the world, things that, being part of the movement of life, elevate us.
Paloma
