I don’t believe in hell and, if I did, I wouldn’t believe vanity would send you there. Murder, yes. Theft, possibly. But vanity? Who’s it hurting? It’s a good thing I don’t believe in such things because, if I did, I’d be worried about spending eternity as a marshmallow at God’s campfire.Vanity, you see, is… Continue reading Attachment, Detachment, and the Conundrum of Beauty