To do justice to the figure of Kafka in its purity and its peculiar beauty one must never lose sight of one thing: it is the purity and beauty of a failure.

Gone is the blinding glow in his hands - gone, too, is the illusion of purity and beauty! In it's place all that remains is mind-numbing, spine-chilling reality.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

I needed to be in the bush. There I find solitude and beauty and purity and focus. That's where my heart lies.

‎If heart filled with purity,
then mind found the beauty.

Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: But a woman who fears the Lord,
She shall be praised.

(Proverbs 31:30 Modern King James Version)