The Cool Hunter
Gabriel Growing Up
Michael Allen Spear
Jedidiah Jenkins
Funitzo
July 20
My friend Jael Holmberg is a realistic story teller, here is a little bit of a short story she wrote called “Beauty is Truth”. Read it. “She was never mad at him, she understood, sometimes too much. She had hurt someone else before herself, and she knew that sometimes unkindness could be helpful. Pain is a skillful teacher, whose lessons show us how surprising life is, how complex people are, how to be strong, and how to remember. She was up late one night and ended up meeting with an old friend. He had been married less than a month before, but they hadn’t spoken in years. After a little idle chatting he began telling her how beautiful she was. She felt flattered and a little awkward, he went on. He told her her eyes reminded him of briny icebergs floating in the sea, they were so blue and beautiful, but seemed frozen. She laughed her disarming laugh, and he joined in. Secretly she sighed, feeling that the threads that held her together were tattered. He went on though, he told her she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, ethereal. How he thought about her all of the time. How he wanted to see her naked. She felt an sudden unbearable sadness for him, for his new wife, for herself. She looked at him and said, “All I want is to find someone to love and spend the rest of my life loving. I want to only see him, and for him to only see me. Together we would be unique in all that we did, because we did it together. The universe would be ours. Do that for your wife, love her. She loves you and would do anything for you. She needs that, I need that. God. We are all made of glass.” She went home, grabbed the same sheet of paper and wrote, “I believe in things that I know do not exist (true love). But this world is beautiful. It is beautiful because it is ugly, filled with lies, hurt, and death. It is temporal. These are things that cannot be explained, but when you know them, you know. And then the peace comes. I think it is lies that make the truth bearable. ‘There are no more beautiful words than this, nothing lasts forever.”

My friend Jael Holmberg is a realistic story teller, here is a little bit of a short story she wrote called “Beauty is Truth”. Read it.

“She was never mad at him, she understood, sometimes too much. She had hurt someone else before herself, and she knew that sometimes unkindness could be helpful. Pain is a skillful teacher, whose lessons show us how surprising life is, how complex people are, how to be strong, and how to remember.

She was up late one night and ended up meeting with an old friend. He had been married less than a month before, but they hadn’t spoken in years. After a little idle chatting he began telling her how beautiful she was. She felt flattered and a little awkward, he went on. He told her her eyes reminded him of briny icebergs floating in the sea, they were so blue and beautiful, but seemed frozen. She laughed her disarming laugh, and he joined in. Secretly she sighed, feeling that the threads that held her together were tattered. He went on though, he told her she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, ethereal. How he thought about her all of the time. How he wanted to see her naked. She felt an sudden unbearable sadness for him, for his new wife, for herself. She looked at him and said, “All I want is to find someone to love and spend the rest of my life loving. I want to only see him, and for him to only see me. Together we would be unique in all that we did, because we did it together. The universe would be ours. Do that for your wife, love her. She loves you and would do anything for you. She needs that, I need that. God. We are all made of glass.” She went home, grabbed the same sheet of paper and wrote, “I believe in things that I know do not exist (true love). But this world is beautiful. It is beautiful because it is ugly, filled with lies, hurt, and death. It is temporal. These are things that cannot be explained, but when you know them, you know. And then the peace comes. I think it is lies that make the truth bearable. ‘There are no more beautiful words than this, nothing lasts forever.”