My love
To describe your beauty Is too huge for my feeble mind. My rational spirit, no matter how well disciplined, wants to know how God created you.
In the judgment of a naive man, I can explain it by entering a vast love museum, with wall covered shelves. With love volumes in many different letters and words, composed of love dimensions, written by God. Although I don’t know what God wrote, the love is mysterious and observes a strict cosmically planned civil and orderly beauty laws that we only partially understand. Our limited story cannot follow the strange, the force that keeps your love fantasy glowing.
The most beautiful emotion we can experience is the mysterious one, the power of real knowledge and science.
“He for whom the strange is a no longer attractive is as good as lost.”
Knowing what is secret in our human existence manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most glorious beauty, realise our limited brain in its most primitive form-this knowledge, this feeling at the basis of true spirituality. In this sense, I belong to the company of dedicated spiritual people
