Bad things depress anyone. But do good things depress you? A msg sent from my phone sometime ago... 'So why do I get depressed when i see, hear something very beautiful. Does it happen to you?'

Good blogs depress me. They do. Maybe for the lack of my own blog being that entertaining.. that informative? Good music makes me mellow. Maybe because I cant grab the moment, maybe I cant dive into it and breath in it and still be in it. Good films make me cry. Because just because they are so darned beautiful and well thought-out.

Robert Mapplethorpe said 'Beauty and the devil are the same thing.' Maybe. They have always been connected from age old fiction to idioms. It was the beauty that killed the beast afterall, wasnt it? Why was it that Quasimodo was so ugly and Esmeralda was not? Why was it contrasted so heavily? Why is Godot so depressing? No, its not existentialism... Its only because it is so bloody fantastic. I dont think I will ever get over 'Let's go, We can't, Why not, We're waiting for Godot...' 

So many questions, no answers. There are no answers, are there. You only have to live, and be. And experience, and understand. And learn, and grow. And smile that the world is smiling and God is in his heaven. 

So, with apologies to Mr Eliot, 
LET us go then, you and I, 
When the evening is spread out against the sky...