She is grace, and mystery in a GREAT scale at the same time.
And then, it's gone. Always like that. Then come again when it rains.
A loop de loop.
And she is a butterfly.
Fly, to Para-Para-Paradise.
“We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.”