Parçigal learned, nearly a decade past, the powers of appearance and its ability to manipulate others. Howl, all gals did. The power of pretty and/or style was the source of feminine efficacy where she was reared. What she noticed, but no one addressed, was the long-game. Prettification during youth resulted in an aging-self prettifying to remain relevant.
The true Tao seemed to be finding beauty unmasked. Bare-face. No jewelry. Unadorned. So, she stopped staring at her own reflection. Hair pulled up, with a disregard for style. Others treated her differently. They ignored her altogether. The joy of the crone helped her become the gal she became.
It tasted different on the way back down, wielding the power of make-up’s corrective abilities.
The difference between beloved pronounced with three syllables instead of two.
Parçigal lived her dream of art. She reinterpreted Myschkin, finally freeing him from being misinterpreted as a Christian allegory. Don’t tell the critical schools.
Of course, books are more often quoted than read these days.
She writes some notes on index cards:
The enumerable is now innumerable. Hypertextuality.
Apposition: the grammatical relation between two words or phrases that stand for the same idea.
Your load-stone hypnotizes & I become a loadstone.