The creature there has never been
Of Bluebirds, Dragons, Velveteen Rabbits and other possibilities



Iím just a fan in love with Beauty and the Beast, not a scholar. So, I donít pretend to write an essay about the literature Iím going to quote Ė Iíd just like to share some fragmented thoughts to celebrate Vincent and Catherineís love on their anniversary, and to see if it may be inspiring also for me, for us.

I take it for granted that we all are in awe of a show that dared Ė dares Ė to exalt Classic literature and music. This has its own value even without considering the texts chosen to be quoted in the episodes, and for the blockbuster that was the
Of Love and Hope recording, with more poetry read by Ron Perlman in Vincentís voice.

Apart from rekindling Ė or generating Ė the love for the beautiful Classics in general, I can perceive and would like to point out this leitmotif spread along the episodes: ďthe possibility of beingĒ. We all know that the show is about seeing more than what the eyes can see, and we strongly feel the rightness of this approach, we do want to believe itís possible, we want to see and be seen that way. But itís not only that. Itís not only about seeing, itís about being.

We are not perfect. Itís not just a matter of seeing beyond our looks, as if we were a pure jewel in wraps. We must become that pure jewel, and itís a hard and difficult journey. The loving eyes that see beyond our look will help us to start that journey, possibly will accompany us, but, like Vincent and Catherine, we must struggle to become the creature there has never been, the masterpiece we can be, the pure jewel that the truly loving eyes can imagine beyond knowledge, the truth that only love can see.

We are reminded of this in the episode Temptation, thanks to the
Letters to a young poet by the German-language poet Rainer M. Rilke. The Dragon, waiting to be seen as a princess and to see us once beautiful and braveÖ the helpless that wants helpÖ the courage to face the darkness.

We are reminded of this in the episode Orphans, where
The Velveteen Rabbit struggles to become real, thanks to the fierce, consuming, exacting love of a child.

We are reminded of this in the episode When the blue bird sings, thanks to
Oscar Wildeís visionary nostalgia for the beautiful things that are not and that should be, the impossible, unsung things that need to be sung by Bluebirds daring to follow their hearts.

And we are reminded of this in the wonderful reading of one of the
Sonnets to Orpheus by Rilke. Itís not included in the episodes, itís from the Of Love and Hope recording, and, in the words of a dear friend whose sight is deep, ďitís the very soul of the storyĒ. Itís extraordinary. With its magical words, Rilke depicts in front of our inner eyes the power of faith, summarizing what the other fantastic creatures have suggested. Thereís a strength in what we believe, and thanks to that strength and to our faith in its possibility of being, what we believe may become real and spread its wings, to become an UnicornÖ or Vincent. Or it may become a better ourselves, and it may give the power to those we love to become better. Fed with our faith in the possibility of being, what we believe can work a wonderful, nurturing, inspiring magic.

We canít be enough grateful to the blessed Powers That Be, those whoíre not wearing suits, for reminding all this to us through an everyday, familiar thing like a TV show, through that wonderful TV show that is Beauty and the Beast.

 


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