I knew a woman
once—-skin, bones, and racing heart;
she was beautiful
to me. But knowledge
of this given beauty, call
it lust if you must,
would not let me rest
until she said I love you too;
this she would not do.
Beauty is the gift
of beauty alone. I know
this now and rejoice.
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Metaxyturn Diaries 
It’s not about beauty and all that. It’s about the person. She was right.
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Literal readings the downside of this style. Could it be the degree of loss includes the loss of the person? Read for the grammar of the game, the capital letter in Beauty certainly opens this possibility. Consciousness is full of self-regard and without the struggle to know better the universals of human experience the Person is degraded and reduced beyond recognition.
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