Hence ask first: Do you want to make Beauty? Beauty, the thing which is impossible, unreachable and therefore the very definition of unreal. And Beauty that even if “made” may remain forever neglected, and eventually cast by the wayside to be picked up on a garbage day to be taken out to the trash heap or dump, or who knows, maybe the incinerator?
Warning: meditate, be alone, be sure before you answer!
You say “yes” and your life is over!
In deed and in fact, you will not have a life or, worse still, your life will not be your own. It will belong only to the thing(s) you make! You may have no family, no relations, no friends, no teachers, no loves, no joys. You will “cast a cold eye on life and death. Horsemen (will) pass (you) by!” You will have no games to clap to, no weddings to drink and dance, no awards to bow to, no titles, no society, let alone any stations in life or standings in it. I did intentionally mispeak: you will have all of the above! But only in and with and in relation to the Beauty that you make. Your family, relations, friends, teachers, loves, joys, games, nuptials, honors will only be the things that you create. Nothing else!
In fact, I decree that if you want to create beauty, you must make it just so! You must first make the nothingness that is essential to making the thing! How you accomplish this exile from man is entirely up to you. In excruciatingly rare instances, this banishment from life could be magically imposed by fate upon thee. The souls unto whom this calamity is ordained must realize that they were chosen. By who or what, I cannot acclaim, but most sanguinely, they were! Thus in misery and abject misfortune they must keep their poise. They must follow the path cleared and shown because no other roads are present nor left to take. Idiot that I am, I did not have to try. It was as if a sudden death by accident or sleep: my life as I knew it was over. All other realities were siphoned off, and there I was all alone, not a thing left to do, but to make things anew! There are many others in time who did realize that there is no other (easy) way out. These brave women and men imposed their own suprahuman harsh sentences upon themselves. They did not wait for destiny. They left reality in order to compose the unreal! They knew, there was no other trick or way.
Absolute silence, absolute darkness and absolute nothingness are the pre-requisites for Beauty. And those can never be found in requisite quantities in the societal matrix of human existence.
Ahm, do not fall for those who say that this is “extreme”.
Those who say that one can be “very successful” with a balanced, nuanced approach! Which is to say: be all things, do all things, be attached to all else, learn from them, take the bows, the certificates, smile and be (fake) humble, ask about the weather and baby names and sex, give gifts, sit at a table, nod with other humans, then apply your “studies” of common, everyday “life” to the beauty that you are (about to) make. Nonsense! Beware, those who teach thus are mere, well you guessed it: teachers! True, you will be “very successful” as they say, perhaps make a name for a few centuries to come, but alas, what you will make will never, ever, not even an ephemera of chance, be remotely that ideal in the scales of Kindness, Cleanliness, Unselfishness, Eternity and Truth! In fact, I assure you, if you are creating within the construct of the reality in and to which you reside and are attached, that reality you think you are (blithefully) a part of, why then, mildly put, your creations shall be forever insignificant. This is to say the least! Aptly phrased it will sound as follows: you will make excrements that will be visited by a few pilgrim flies until they and their votives all decompose and no odor of any are left in time.
Now don’t you worry: if you chose this harsh destiny for yourself or it was struck across your head by a solemn two by four of fate, your lack of titles and certificates, recognition and social standings will easily and smoothly follow from that. Your pariah status will be irrevocable and your banishment from society of man shall be signed and sealed. This in turn will then grace you with the following facilities and utilities, free and clear:
The chief among which is mistress Time! It is the only axis that measures beauty that is strictly female by nature! Your shedding yourself of all other engagements, loves, all other pursuits, all other purposes and finally all other accomplishments, will reward you with this singular lust for Time! And with Time as your chief bride, Time as your secret courtesan, Time as your lover, your nubile, luscious, endless affair, you will spawn your creations! And, by the way, Time is way ahead of our times… she is far advanced and higher than the usual ladies! She will give you her generous and liberal permission to sleep with, relish and ravish the three other mistresses that come with banishment from society: Silence, Darkness and Nothingness. Make love as you will and please.
Hopefully, my fellow sojourner, you mate well and you are strong and vigorous, valiant in love and lovemaking. Thus may you make Beauty!