Beauty

"Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time." ~ Albert Camus.

I felt like a king just yesterday, at the hair salon. The service staff were well-trained, and their hands were blessed little workers of miracles. From the preparatory hair wash, to the cutting, styling and eventual presentation of their work of art, not a moment passed when I didn't feel honoured and at the same time humbled by these artists.

What more, the glorious work of art that is your hair?

Such subtly and maturity in the choice of colours. Layers of rich darkness hiding their precious metallic core like dark lace over a bronze bust. The somber shine of your crown glistened like freshly melted dark chocolate, crumbling tastefully to yield the youthful scatter of bronze, orange and blonde. Behind this dark curtain, waves of old gold and unrefined silver seemed to flow forth from the very root of the fount. For a moment, it seemed like the earth was yielding forth these treasures that refused to remain hidden any longer; entire families of precious metals bubbled and flowed forth from deep within these dark vaults. Oh, the flow of colours quite nearly made me tear.

I guess I couldn't just tell you all these things while you were wrapped up in that synthetic salon spacesuit, still unsure of how you should feel about this parade you were handed. I'm sure that even if I could, it wouldn't have been appropriate. That's why I came up with that crap about the treasure map, islands rising from the dark seas and the legendary bounties that the sea horded.

"Too much pirates for you..."
Perhaps... perhaps...

I guess you'd still change your mind keeping that hair anyway : )



JKLM