We dwell in a society obsessive about youth. I suppose that’s why they are saying “beauty is within the eyes of the beholder”. We look at the identical object, yet see it so in a different way. Are our lives, our experiences, so frozen inside our being, that it impacts the way in which we see color, mild or grey. Have we forsaken so much of what we could’ve develop into and settled for a physique that makes use of less then 10% of its mind. Will we need to have any say on any object that isn’t instantly related to us. Who’re we handy out praise or rejection, as if our statement is some how the gospel.
The palace within the forest tells us that there is one thing large happening there. The wilderness is totally alive and carries a deep message. The master of this facet of the psyche’s world is righteously cursed by a smart witch. He’s the result of a persona excessively opened to the outside ignoring the inside, which is: consciousness, spirituality, ethics, meaning. The useless prince is doomed to die (in fact, who desires a bi-dimensional life?) except he is capable of love and be beloved. Such a beautiful curse.