ENDLESS FORMS MOST BEAUTIFUL
For a long time in the life of this Miranda thingie, it seemed there was a world divided into beauty and non-beauty, things and people that were “beautiful” and those that were “not beautiful.” The Miranda mother once told me at a relatively young age that I was “very pretty but not beautiful.” Mother would always classify the dancers in her daughter’s class according to their looks, and let me know who were the “real” beauties. When a young man would say I was beautiful, I would correct him, remembering my mother’s words. But one strange day, the whole world of what was “beautiful” and “not beautiful” seemed to change, and all that appeared began to somehow transform itself into a kind of beauty that was radiant, luminous, and far beyond any idea of beauty that I ever had. Somehow, “this” happened --- madness or liberation; the names seem not to touch it but only make it sound like something happened to someone, and that is felt to be as real as the stories of Little Red Riding H