My feet dig themselves in the sands as one two three or five gulls want a jump on low tide here pecking for clams, back ad forth they go avoiding the wakes that drown my feet over my ankles in the surf soaked sands.

The word 'form' is from the Latin forma. Forma also translates, beauty. In the Roman mind, as in the Greek, beauty was always in form. It had to be in form. Only in form could beauty exist. So, form is beauty? Beauty form? I know where this is going; I suspect you do as well. … Continue reading Form, Beauty, Truth