Carving the Cave - Inside Out

Following the previous thread on death, we now arrive at its relationship to Beauty; and by that, dare I say also involves Truth. In the words of John Paul and John Tavener (the contemporary) what is Beauty but the splendour of the True?

What is this Truth that I am speaking of here? What is true about Death, following my previous 'argument' on the necessity of Beauty to cross the threshold into eternity? It concerns Depth. The most primordial characteristic of Beauty has always been depth. By this I mean to say that the subject is always conscious of the object of desire as being an external to himself. The magnanimity of this truth goes beyond the relative affection between the beholder and the beloved. It also concerns the epiphany of separation, that of having a premonition of the union of all creation as prototype and culmination. The beholder in a sense, realizes that he is both Beholder and Beloved but because of time, they are separated.

As such, it can be said that Life is the displacement of Time and Beauty. We sense these in all things beautiful; a kind of force that runs toward an Eternity that has neither a back nor front, though we are conscious at the moment that we are in an intermediate location that encompasses both time and space. We see it's beauty as proceeding from something, somewhere else and that somehow the vision of it appears predestined, the guest and host find themselves invited to an unknown feast by an Other.

And we crave for it, not so much because we crave for eternity but because all separated things naturally seek reunion. We are separated, Beauty and Truth are now separated from Time because of Life. It is this depth, this potential that announces to us that our Beloved while real and true is clouded, veiled for now but will be unveiled at a later Time. And all beautiful things which proceed from the Beloved, this Only Beauty while distracting us by its temporal beauty, upon closer contemplation only signifies a later, a fuller Beauty in the next; a next we can only meet after Life has come to its close.

All we behold to be beautiful is now both sign, a foreshadowing and a premonition because of Depth. And how may we approach it more, since Truth always attract the beautiful other than by carving ourselves a cave so that the deeper we get into it the more we understand what Light/Truth is because of its relative absence. Enlightenment only arrives out of sacrifice!