John Everett Millais, Ophelia, 1851-1852,
Tate Britain, London
The tip should be to be gorgeous rather than hate every breath that has been uttered. There should be massive equations for love. A tree should equal God and love as well as the field mice and the water in the stream, especially the gorgeous sounds rushing water makes. Something like Ophelia by John Everett Millais. There should be as much love in walking along the waters edge as there is in walking along a stream. When you are out in a forest, there should be the sounds of all the small creatures who live there as well as the rustle of the leaves and the wind through pine trees. There should also be love with the sight of birds, especially the golden birds in Christs golden domain. So, the boughs of God's golden trees should be covered in flocks of divine angels or seraphim close to God. And in Gods divine garden only those should dwell with a heart as pure as any golden angels. The birds God put here on earth are for our ascension to him via an angel wing and via stardust. Do we exist at all dear God or are we just a vague memory in cosmic stardust, is this earth our home or have we forgotten the way. Can we really be here or are we light years away from knowing our fate via God. Sometimes it feels like the earth stopped being here several million stardust years ago and we are just light in memory of ourselves.
Guido Reni, Atalanta and Hippomenes, c. 1618-1619
