The spring of beauty
He who is lucky enough to be born from the sea will always be blessed by water
from the foam Venus was born
from water, in water is preserved the oldest memory of existence
Venus is a casket, the Creator has enclosed within it the mysterious power of love
a female casket, beautiful
she could not but be beautiful
beauty is the bridge between the senses and mystery
they wanted to destroy it, beauty
the hands of the advancing nothingness
have made it relative, beauty, the most objective thing there is
written in the harmony of molecules
and statues should be built to Fibonacci and Luca Pacioli and Kepler and all those who have sought the harmony of matter, the golden secret hidden in existence
beauty manifests itself in its most explicit language of a cry
the stringent logic of numbers in the harmony of molecules tells us so
the creative thinking of the word tells us as it weaves narratives around us
the beating of the heart tells us, as it accelerates in front of her
Singing Aphrodite, Venus, beauty
beauty is woman
in the logic of opposites she is female
beauty is a spring that blossoms eternally
How many springs have followed since the creation of the world
how many Venuses have been born from the sea foam
how much beauty has manifested itself before our eyes
images upon images, generations upon generations, experiences upon experiences, viewpoints upon viewpoints, dimensions upon dimensions are superimposed
reality is a multidimensional mosaic
in the harmonious connection of all this beauty flourishes
the contemporary is winter
the post-contemporary makes spring bloom
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