"An artist can look at a pretty girl and see
the old woman she will become.
A better artist can look at an old woman and see
the pretty girl she used to be.
A great artist can look at an old woman, portray her
exactly as she used to be and force the viewer to see
the pretty girl she used to be, more than that,
he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo
see that this lovely young girl is still alive, imprisoned
inside her ruined body.
He can make you feel the the quiet, endless tragedy
that there was never a girl born who ever grew older
than eighteen in her heart."
I read those words as a young boy from the book 'Stranger in a Strange Land' by Robert Heinlein. They had a tremendous effect on me and became one of the first teachings in my life for having the ability to look beneath the surface of all things. Not only to look below the surface, but in certain cases swim in the darkness deeper down and see beauty which would have been totally lost on me.
It didn't come easy, groping in the darkness, or always going beyond the pointing finger as one man tells us. It takes effort and subtracts time from other areas we might feel are more enjoyable than to float into the unknown and search inside that mist where all wisdom lies.
I never became the great artist Heinlein describes. Only at certain times did I achieve a full measure of the beauty that lies within, within all things. But over many years I did become the artist, later the better artist.
Life throws so much ugliness in our way. It's injustice, it's unfairness even on small occasions which all cloud and in some cases put on hold our desire to see the true wisdom in beauty. Seeing the deep beauty in all is where wisdom lies.
Beauty isn't just the pleasing face, or the soft music, or clear skies with mountains in the distance. Beauty is an actual state of being. It doesn't flow in through your eyes, it flows out from your eyes after being felt in the heart and needs an outlet. All that flows in through the senses is information, and all that flows out is what your ability has made it become.
I feel as though I'm slowly losing the art of seeing the beauty. If one follows life too closely, takes in too much of the ugliness and unfairness of the world, the emotions can darken and lose much of the shine of beauty.
Last week while in my hometown I was talking to one of my best friends. I told him I was slowly becoming numb inside. It wasn't depression, it wasn't anger, it was coming to the point of just not caring.
When my mother held her father's hand on his deathbed, he said to her "Its alright. I'm tired...I'm just so tired."
I'm not on my deathbed, but that is the way I feel.
Its like reflections on a life once lived.
I'm just so tired.



