So, everyone this days go bitching around about internal beauty… ‘everyone is beautiful in the inside’ they say, but if I were to open you up with my sharp knife, what would I find? Lean muscle, product of hard work and determination? or would I find adipose tissue, from your body laying all day in the fucking couch? ‘No, we don’t mean the body, we mean the soul, the inner beauty is in the soul’ they will reply. Well, fuck the soul; even the virgin mother, even her, with a child born from the light, has to bear it in an amniotic sac, even her has to eat to give him the nutrients and even the light child itself depends on the mother’s body to survive, even him has to poop somewhere when he is born… so what is the soul without the body? Fuck then the divinity without a body, because without it, what can it know then of this world? what can it know of its smell, its touch, its sight, what does the soul know then about beauty? NOTHING. Divinity is blinded, it doesn’t know about emotion or context, it doesn’t know about synaptic and neural pathways, in fact, what does it know of paths at all? Without eyes to see, without feet to walk, without world of its own to hold its roads, the divine has always been astray, it never found the way to the body, to this planet, to this universe… the soul is restricted just to the extent of our imagination.
Art: The Virgin Mother, © 2005 Damien Hirst