Beauty

[clearmind]

A passing stranger wanders in. He has made his existence known to the creator of the world, but that memory has long been forgotten. Now he walks in and is about to make his first statement of presence. Before, he had only lurked along the text, making passing notes, admiring the beauty to which the place contains and that he is always searching for. However, the beauty that exists in his world only exists as pulses of light that assault his eyes at a rate of eighty-five flashes per second. And yet, he still charges on. Charging in the hopes that a some point in his life, beauty will be a constant bombardment and not only stopping for fleeting moments of time, a split second that may return, but usually not. No, he is searching for beauty that he can touch, feel, and love. With all of this running circles in his head, he walks into the clearing, emits a clearing cough, and utters the words:"Hello. I'm Seg."

from my post made at http://www.x.thermconduct.net/