Motorola Aura

If there is one thing that the humankind cannot perceive, it is beauty in it's true form.

No. I'm not talking about a rose, the Grand Canyon, not even Paris Hilton.

Modernization has transformed the meaning of true beauty when she began incooperating functionality, reliability, accuracy, and sometimes, purpose into the basic definition of this enthusiastic expression of pleasure and refinement.

Every speck of authenticity is shat upon by adjectives which I personally feel have no bearing to what truly defines charm, value, elegance(?). In fact, each bit of authenticity is defined by it's own made. A world of it's own. A story which defies synopsis. There is no perfect syllable which can limit it's worth.

In the words of John Irving, through his character in A Prayer For Owen Meany, " You can't take a miracle and just show it,.. it didn't look like anything - it's not a picture anyone can even imagine! ".
I sometimes pity the fool who would rather go with logic, rather than to experience the ... unexperienceable.

So what if a US$ 2000 (RM 7000, 61,000 Rubles) phone doesn't have auto focus for it's 2MP camera.

Yes folks, I'm talking about the revolutionary Motorola AURA.



For the price of a motorcycle, 2 laptops computers, and enough food to feed the orphans for a year, it appears that the product has done no justice to the value of money. It is as if "money" was not logical when it came in contact with the AURA. Then again, what value can man put on objects which has no worth in comparison. With no 3G, GPS, Wi-Fi connection, it ranks among the average in the class of entry level mobile phones. No slots for memory cards and poor video quality, utter flatulence.

Too expensive, not worth it's price, has no true face value. Over-rated. It has no desire to be neither worth a value, nor to succumb to ratings. Like paintings of Da Vinci or the sculptures of Michelangelo, it is an expression, an execution, even an exaggeration of what it was supposed to be. Like how a painter saw the destiny of an empty canvas and how the sculptor is revealed to the stone's true form, Mr. Designer has predestined what it was to be, revered.

I doubt neither Da Vinci nor Michelangelo has ever lost sleep over how much paintings would be sold. People just don't seem to be able to comprehend.



If there was a perfect definition of the word perfection, it would probably be : Infinite, incalculable, profound unfathomable defiance of both logic AND imagination in the pursue of that something, which has not yet been created.

No, it's not about being the best among the best nor climbing the ladder to perfection. These are merely self-improvement jargons which ultimately place you with everything else which has no meaning. This is about being in the position where descriptions cannot describe you, nor does price tags have a value on you. This is not about how fast can your browser load or how cool the games are, after all, if "coolness" is your pursuit, get an iPhone.

This.

This is about holding, and beholding beauty's infallible form, and for a moment in your lifetime, you are lost for words.