Originally Posted: 2006
Edited: April 13th, 2016
There is nothing more precious than that which is fragile. Those things that are most beautiful, are those which may be broken, damaged, torn apart. This is just so for Lolita. Her beauty lies not in her strength, but in her apparent weakness. As the butterfly who may only live but three short days, it is this tragic temporal existence that gives it such beauty. Thus, Lolita revels in the purity of such a state, this innocent precious girl who may be broken so easily, like a porcelain doll. She is more lovely than the strongest of women, who fight through life, always seeking to protect others, and in doing so forego the gentle state of femininity. True beauty is not immortal, those things which are made to last are not precious, for they will always be. That which exists in a state of perfection and purity for such a short time, only to fade away and decay… this is the very essence of beauty.