I read this article in the Reader's Digest, and though the title may seem a little odd, the message is great. I especially love the last lines:
"I’ll tell you what people look like, really: They look like flames. Or like the stars on a clear night in the wilderness."
It's true, really.
Being an artist, I love to look at people as if they were art, or as if I were going to draw them, and this description of people is the most accurate I've read. The funny thing about looking at people the way I do is that they don't look like what I might predict they would. They don't look like "fat" or "thin" or "blond." They don't look like "bodies." They look like pure souls, like flames. They look beautiful, especially when they are speaking of something they love. There is a light that glows from inside a person that is visible, but only if it's looked at just right. That light is one of the most stunning things I've ever seen.
It is especially present in people's faces and eyes, in the movements they make when they speak without fear. It is indiscriminate to clothing, height, weight, or any of the physical attributes we have so long been taught to value. The only thing that matters is who they are and what they love, and it glows out of them.
This light must be the "soul." The image that comes to mind with the word "soul" for me is a ball of light, a bright vivid light, possibly with a sort of fiery thing going on. That's what people look like.
People look like poetry.
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