Sweetness is mastery of the senses. Eyes that see to the back of things, ears that hear to the heart of things, lips that only speak the essence of things. Sweetness is the result of a long journey inwards to the core of life and the ability to rest there and watch.

Sweetness is living on the line of truth, where you see what is really happening away from the show of words. It is a delicate thing, connected with death. For before dying, it is only that line you see, not the life and suddenly you understand the why and what and afterwards you move on. To be alive and happy and yet on this point of death from which you only see what is important, is very special.

Sweetness looks for the good in things, for at its heart is the conviction that good is somewhere there in everything, if only you have the patience to discover it. False sweetness is saying that something is good when you haven’t taken time to really find out what it is and so have lazily hit on something obvious to comment on. Real sweetness feeds only on reality.

Sweetness is the virtue of the very young who have not lost their optimism and sometimes of the very old, in whose contracting lives, every moment is worth a lot and whose past has become a hand-picked list of memories which time cannot take from them.

What is really sweet can never be time’s victim, for sweetness is the quality of a person whose life has touched eternity.