the epiphany of mystery

Kobayashi Kiyochika, Firefiles at Ochanomizu, 1880

mystery is often about the possibility of conception. ideas of another often left to perception and initial impression that allows the mind to wander dangerously toward obsession. the space between getting to know and knowing forms the attraction of the unknown, a void that must be filled so that from dark crevices the crown jewel comes to fruition. but have you considered as to whether this is a distraction? in the midst of all your passion, your desire to feel revokes your ability to examine the benefits of this action. instead you proceed with the interaction, and in doing so you sanction the inevitable fall of this infallible perception you built of this person. is there beauty in inaction? or are we continually driven by forces in action through fear of dissatisfaction? I suppose sometimes it’s best to not even begin conversation, and leave mystery to your imagination. maybe then disappointment will not reign supreme in fashion.