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Beauty, like all things in life, is only a temporary, evanescent notion. It is best represented in a passing moment. Perhaps in a fleeting face of a goddess amidst a crowd that one moment is there and at another, gone. Leaving behind the impression of impeccable beauty, inflating the soul with a fresh breath of summer air, with possibilities of new, invigorating sensations, and the mind with a sense of longing to capture that moment.

I often scold my inability to yield to my temptations. I curse the caprice of my mind that often leads me astray from my basic instincts and urges. It is that caprice which plagues my mind and fills my soul with craving for the things it has forbidden itself. In order to satisfy the modern aspect of beauty, I wear the contemporary costume, and lower myself into the same cast with the ignorant, uncouth and the vulgar.

Afraid to rebel against the modern values and expectations, I have degenerated into a hideous marionette, haunted by the passions of which I was too much afraid, or the exquisite temptations
that I had not the courage to yield to. I have allowed my soul an outside influence without realizing its immoral nature. Like most men, I have become rational, more than an animal, yet in a sense, less than an animal.

I have become an actor of a part that hasn't been written for me. I have become an echo of music that is not of me. Instead of developing myself, I've fit myself into the mould that is expected of me. I've fought to realize my own nature, but why am I afraid of myself? Why am I unable to fulfill the highest of all duties? The duty to one's self.

From weakness spurn dwells an urge to cure one's soul. To do so, is only a matter of succumbing to one's true nature. Fill the soul by the means of senses and the senses by means of the soul. Initiate the pursuit for pleasure. Give in to the simple pleasures, they are the last refuge from the complexity of mind. Only then, will the soul truly blossom in beauty.

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For those of you who still hold the power over your own soul, my advice is:

Carpe diem! Seize the moment! Tartu hetkeen!