fear of touch..

Once G said to be, "beauty should be admired, not touched", I thought he was mad, or rambling something he didn't know what he was talking about. But is true, somethings are so beautiful, so wholesome that it is difficult to touch them, lest you leave a mark, a scar, a stain. Maybe this is what our ancestors thought was "sacred", and started worshiping the beauty, from far, with prayers, afraid to touch.

I remember the face, moon-lit, partially in shadow, and i was so afraid to touch, afraid that i would disturb it, so i just sat there, for hours, admiring that face. Would life have been different if i would have touched it then, so, maybe there is another part of me, in a parallel universe, who is living another life because she chose to touch the beauty, and maybe there is another me in another universe who is still sitting there, admiring the beauty.

Or maybe if you touch the beauty, it loses its charm, not in absolute value, but in perspective as though, something diminishes along the way. Maybe you shouldn't have touched it, it would remain beautiful, or maybe it was worth touching it and then losing that "admiration". Maybe it is just healthy this way, more alive, more living. Time to learn things, and maybe the thoughts that I shared with E are finally making sense. Welcome to the world of nirvaan, switch the an.