One hundred years in this place would not be enough to discern its essence: the fragment of pure beauty embodied and defined for the senses in a given context. One hour in this body is enough to make me tire of the pursuit anyway. And yet the glimpses tear at my heart breeding perpetual restlessness. It is as though I will not be satiated until I have seen through the distillation of beauty into an essence which bears reference to this unseen place, this paradise of subtle transcendence.