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the paradox
It's a truth... that, the way you look means nothing, but, it also means everything.
It doesn't change what kind of a person you are, what you can do, what you can show to the world... whether you're black, white or some colour between, whether you're thin or fat, tall or short, beautiful by some standard or not. It doesn't change that your deep and secret heart might be beautiful or ugly, and that's what matters. It doesn't change your soul.
But, it changes everything, because, people care. How seriously you can be taken, even how much you can be loved, is weighted by your looks. People say it's not true but they lie. A few people, see past it completely of course. But, it is the opinion of most people and so, it is the weight of the world pressing down on you.
I love to think of a world, where everyone can have no shape, and just be the soul. Then we will finally be free of this stupid judgment. But, I wonder, in that time... will we still long for beautiful bodies to wear? How deep does the love of beauty really run inside us?
If we were all free from our body, would we still want a way to show people that we are pretty? Or, could it stop mattering?
Are we even trapped here in this physical form because our souls love this body beauty too much, and so, they trap us in the end? Is the meaning of physical life that we loved the body too much, so, we fell as angels?
It doesn't change what kind of a person you are, what you can do, what you can show to the world... whether you're black, white or some colour between, whether you're thin or fat, tall or short, beautiful by some standard or not. It doesn't change that your deep and secret heart might be beautiful or ugly, and that's what matters. It doesn't change your soul.
But, it changes everything, because, people care. How seriously you can be taken, even how much you can be loved, is weighted by your looks. People say it's not true but they lie. A few people, see past it completely of course. But, it is the opinion of most people and so, it is the weight of the world pressing down on you.
I love to think of a world, where everyone can have no shape, and just be the soul. Then we will finally be free of this stupid judgment. But, I wonder, in that time... will we still long for beautiful bodies to wear? How deep does the love of beauty really run inside us?
If we were all free from our body, would we still want a way to show people that we are pretty? Or, could it stop mattering?
Are we even trapped here in this physical form because our souls love this body beauty too much, and so, they trap us in the end? Is the meaning of physical life that we loved the body too much, so, we fell as angels?