Wednesday, December 20, 2006

behold, i am created anew

yesterday my life changed forever. and i don't really know why, but i don't really understand any of my emotions, and that's ok.

i was riding the N downtown, going home from work, and, sitting down, i saw the most perfect creature my roving eyes have ever seen. i, i must confess, now and again seize the opportunity to (and i don't really like this way of putting it) CHECK OUT certain girls, though, you have to understand, in a very CHASTE and LOYAL TO MY LADYFRIEND kind of way. i prefer to look at it as being more of an "opportunity" to "appreciate" the sometimes incredible beauty that is the human "female". in fact i opine that we have come to define beauty in terms of the human form, especially the female form, and that all conceptions of beauty and art and creativity stem from our fundamental worship of women, who, you have to admit, among all things created under the sun, are the only things (don't think i am referring to women as objects, either, i just can't think of a word that is general enough to encompass EVERYTHING) deserving of worship. (for more on this, you'll have to learn of my cult which i am currently developing, "Ben's Cult o' Fun", whose basis is the worship of women--but don't be fooled, it is not all fun and games as you may assume. the name of my new hedonistic paganism is more for proselytisitic purposes).

so anyway this person could not have come out of a union between two mere MORTALS; she is undoubtedly the product of some celestial intervention; she had very delicate features, was tallish, maybe 5'6" or so, thin but not too thin, with long legs but not the kind where it looks like they stem from her chest; speaking of her chest, was there ever a more perfect and modest image such as the one on her? i'm not talking Scarlett Johansson-style boobs-to-die-for, but rather a perfect and simple pair, the kind you'd imagine on the Virgin Mary, if you've ever imagined those. i hadn't, until just now. i know i keep saying it, but: perfection in form.

and her face! O, goddess of my life, what drop of molten gold shone so brightly, what healing ray of sunshine could equal that divine radiance in which my own face had the fortune to bask? features of such delicateness that a mountain lily, trembling in the breezes so near to heaven, seems brutish and heavy by comparison! her dark brown almond eyes looked at no one, doubtless out of fear that should they be turned loose on anyone they would wither and die beneath the gaze of a true goddess; her olive skin and dark brown hair draped around and covering the high cheekbones and pillowed lips. a neck of such thinness and ethereal diaphaneity could have no animal, evolutionary origins. she is beyond, above, distant, the closest to heaven that man could ever hope for.

should i have spoken to her? no, no, i couldn't. such a being is not meant to be so crassly approached. she is perfect in memory.

"Ah, that a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?"

3 comments:

cristina's butterflycakepan said...

this is so interesting. i seriously challenged my father on a similar subject at the dinner table on friday night when he recounted what he also called "an experience of beauty," however, i thought he took it one step too far. his woman he found to be the only woman of indian or palestinian origin that he had seen who he found aesthetically pleasing. i tried to question him on such, however, some shouting ensued. he thought i misunderstood him. my brother accused me of thinking i had some inflated sense of self since i now work at a law office. good times at home for the holidays.

Jillian said...

yikes...

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