Yeah, you can find me on Instagram. Yes, there I am floating above a glass table. I am beautiful in pink and white, I spread my wings further than your arms can reach. I am, though beautiful and magical, an illusion.
The Bible warns us of graven images, and all images lie, even images of me. There is a famous painting that illustrates this, click your Address above with https://www.google.com.au/search?hl=en&tbm=isch&source=hp&biw=1367&bih=773&ei=B5JhXt6SKOnhz7sP2pyHyA0&q=this+is+not+a+pipe+painting&oq=this+is+not+a+pipe&gs_l=img.1.3.0l10.3142.10633..13147...2.0..0.251.2832.0j19j1......0....1..gws-wiz-img.......0i131j0i30.NaEfuBsLclU. We see an image of a pipe is not a pipe, in other words, the map is not the territory. And the image of me, although beautiful and magical, is not me, the map of me, so to speak, is not me. So all images, even beautiful images, lie.
And for those of you foolish enough to look me up on Instagram see that I am a large pink and white unbrella, floating above a glass table, under a seventy foot Pin Oak, in the sunshine.
And like botox I am an illusion, and rather than floating, I am held up by two opposing forces, compression and tension, my wooden pole compresses, and four invisible wires, tension me at the four points of the compass.
I have passed four tests, a ferocious hail storm with only one small tear, a rain event, and even a wind storm with only a slight twisting movement.
I am in love with my magnificent Pin Oak, and at night I am festooned with lights.
Some accuse me of being sexy, but I know they are projecting their own feelings onto me. And indeed, there are worse things than being thought of as sexy.
Do you like pink and white?