Who is this that looks forth like dawn,fair as the moon, bright as the sun,terrible as an army with banners? Solomon’s Song of Songs 6-10
China calls. Hormones roll. Jet-black hair… Pearl-white teeth. Heart open wide. Minds connect, Hands entwine… Lips embrace. Chinese women. Sometimes men, Why does this happen… Again, and again.
Waving Through the fog The Fletcher makes a wonky arrow, The Green stands by…. Tearing-up the land! Beauty is obscured By beauty itself. The uncertainty
The natural ‘distance’ the net creates prevents an appreciation of beauty falling into ordinary lust and desire – which are absolutely fine within their proper context. Beauty has many levels of appreciation that can be obscured b the immediacy of sexual desire – which necessarily exists to perpetuate the species!
Therefore, it must be truthfully stated (as Plotinus does), that a continuously changing beauty exists beyond any concepts of ‘static’ beauty, and that such a beauty with regards to that which lives is ‘beautiful’, but that even that which is ‘dead’ is also ‘beautiful’ when viewed in a certain way. Although Plotinus advocates (for a time) a ruthlessly ‘looking within’, he does not permanently ‘reject’ the physical world he strives to ‘look beyond’.