Perfection

Last night I met a goddess, her name is LuLu.

She is perfection. She is gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. Like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense.

She was so perfect that at once the question of the existence of God was affirmed and shattered to pieces. Only a divine touch could form a creature of such overwhelming beauty, it could not be the chance formation of molecules. Yet, at the same time, the idea of "God" is that he is the ultimate, the alpha and the omega; so how could he then create something to rival his own perfection, making him not the ultimate anymore? And if he indeed could not create this other perfect being, then isn't he himself not perfect? and therefor not God? It brings to mind that age old philosophical question "Could god microwave a burrito so hot that even he couldn't eat it?"

She is very sexy. She reminded me a lot of the Sphinx because she was very mysterious and eternal and solid. Her features were sharp and beautiful, with an air of boundless calm confidence, safe in the knowledge that they represent all the is right and beautiful in the world ... and her nose had been shot off by French soldiers. (well, not really ... but the rest yes)

This kind of beauty can cure disease.
This kind of beauty is poison.
This kind of beauty can end wars.
This kind of beauty can start wars.
This kind of beauty will alter a man's destiny with a glance
This kind of beauty is what they wrote about in the Old Days.
This kind of beauty is what inspired Homer and Shakespeare and Leonardo Da Vinci.
This kind of beauty is why the Trojan War was started.
This kind of beauty is why cavemen drew on walls.

I can feel my own life has been irrevocably altered.

I sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart" to her during a prolonged Karaoke session. "I Fucking need you now tonight" was never screamed with as much conviction.

This session also included such hits as:

"Highway to The Danger Zone"
"House of the Rising Sun"
"Dust in The Wind"
"Winds of Change"
"Let It Be"
"Bicycle"

As well as an endless amount of Chinese songs.

I lost badly to her in a game of Dice which involved drinking.
I passed out.
I woke up in my bed, alone.

I now know the true depths of the emotion they call shame.
I now know what true loss is.

I'm a better man for it.

She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine.