Preface

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Beauty, a flame that never dies

A fire that burns deep within our hearts

A light that shines through the darkness

A beacon in the storm


Art, the mirror of life

A reflection of the soul

A window to the world

A glimpse into the divine


The artist, the creator of beauty

A master of the art of creation

But not for vanity or pride

No, the true artist conceals


For art is not about the self

But about the world and its wonders

The critic, the one who understands

Translating beauty into words


But those who seek only ugliness

In the beauty that surrounds them

Are corrupt and uncharmed

For beauty is not a thing to be feared


But for those who see beauty in all things

For the cultivated and the elect

There is hope, for they are the ones

Who understand the true meaning of beauty


For beauty is not a moral thing

It is not good or bad, right or wrong

But simply a creation of the mind

A perfect use of an imperfect medium


And so we must embrace the beauty

In all its forms and all its glory

For it is the essence of life itself

And the foundation of all art.

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