So please don't fade away*
Watching beautiful women fade and wither - as beautiful women; not as persons or not even as women, by no means, not! - is one of the most profound - existentially, philosophically and religiously - experiences that I ever experience.
In those few years, a decade at most, when a beautiful woman is truly and fully beautiful she sustains life, joy and faith in the Universe and wisely orientates them towards the ideal, the sensual and the sublime. Then the passage of her beauty - which can happen so dramatically fast, nearly overnight, it seems sometimes - tests our life, our joy and our faith; and somehow, no doubt miraculously, reinforces them all; oh so poignantly.
*I believe in random. A randomly bought acoustic Texas CD prompted my long-postponed sharing with you of the old thought (and rekindled my old crush on this beautiful woman, now fading and withering, as a beautiful woman). Then I randomly chose this track as an illustration - the one I'd first gone for didn't want to load - and got this line a random bonus.
