lift not the painted veil

Some movies, like some people, without your consent, without invitation, without understanding, seep through the cracks and the intangible parts of your soul, finding a way under your skin and into your heart and mind... and there they remain, permanently. Maybe the story, the storm, maybe the person was there all along... but suddenly for whatever unknown reasons, your inner soul awakens to this mysterious presence...


The Painted Veil ~ A great story of love found, lost, and found...

Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it--he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.

~Percy B. Shelley