The Unique

The beauty of uniqueness rests in the finiteness of its impossibility and unknowability; the unique artefact is singular with its unknowability; it rests on the line between self and alien. This is balance; balance creates confusion and feels like chaos, for harmony is often unfamiliar; this stirs the body and there emerges: attraction. In attraction is love. And at the base of all is uniqueness. It is not that one cannot love universality, it is rather that they haven't the heart to. The heart is small, and so to are the eyes; beauty is that which fits within and exists beyond without breaking all seams and shattering all boundaries. To love is to be taken to a new dimension and given new sight, a big enough light in a small enough dark, so that the feet can wander, and the chest not thunder. Therefore, to love - to love yourself, and to love others - journey in uniqueness and do uniquely; one did not parse into two so I could be like you.