Tequila

Beauty is a doorway, something in your soul that is not itself, but a doorway to something outside, something beyond, something better and greater than yourself, something that must exist for you to exist. Something that causes you to be more than you are, to be more human than human, something that inspires and creates perfection. Beauty is what doesn’t make sense, what doesn’t need to make sense, what you understand without knowing, what you see without looking. Beauty is the anticipated note, the silence after the haiku, the tempestuous torrent or the perfect calm. It is what the voice within demands.