2. When we see beauty, we’re seeing a part of ourselves, a reflection in time. Ask me the time, Zara.What time is it?It’s perhaps a time.Perhaps a time, what kind of a time is perhaps a time? Zara asks, somewhat curiously amused.The ‘that’ part, that’s the part of the kind of ‘perhaps a time’ we’re talking about.What’s the ‘that’ part?It’s the part found in anytime.Anytime? A confused look knits on Zara’s brow.Yes, ‘perhaps a time’ is ‘anytime’, but you need a place, ‘anyplace’ to find anytime.Anyplace to find anytime? Do you have any idea how mad you sound?Oh, it’s such a colorful thing this void of mine. It’s all sparkly, fluffy and light, twinned with the inevitability of life. Besides, I only sound mad when I’m ‘anywhere’, dear.Where the hell is anywhere? Zara asks, this time very confused.Sometimes it’s up, sometimes it’s down. Anywhere oh anywhere a place we sow confusion all around.
