I have always pursued the “thing” of beauty. Without poets and philosophers, prophets and artists, and various faith traditions, I would be empty. But along the way, beauty keeps coming to the surface and manifesting itself in all kinds of ways. My diary is full of these random notes that have no method.
Philosophers, poets, and novelists speak of truth, goodness, and beauty as the three great transcendences. Emerson sees beauty as the “flowering of virtue.” Emily Dickinson warns that the pursuit of beauty will make it disappear. If she leaves it alone, “it will stay” (I’m just trying to figure that out).
Simone Weil claims that “the love of beauty is the trap God uses most often” – the way he captures our souls. I have experienced the beauty of the roundness of the apple, the full moon, and the compassion of the hospice workers in Michelangelo’s Pietà. Goalkeeper Chesterton has suggested that “for all his beauty, there is something ugly about him”, but I don’t know how that is the case.
Then we hear St. Augustine’s cry of anguish. Late in his life he loved God, calling him Beauty. I, too, was slow to realize that God is not only love and mercy, but also beauty. Look in the mirror. Can you see the beauty? Malcolm Muggeridge called Mother Teresa of Kolkata “beautiful to God,” but she would not have been physically qualified to compete in the Miss India beauty pageant.
At a nursing home I recently visited, there was a sign saying the hairdresser would arrive at 2 p.m. on Tuesdays and Thursdays. What a calling! Did you know that Anwar El Sadat said that his beauty became his presiding ideal? My main ideal is for the Packers to win the Super Bowl (again).
In Philosophy 101, a professor tells an ignorant second-year student that Hegel claims that “beauty is nothing more than a spiritual thing that makes itself known to the senses.” My classmate Nancy, sitting next to me, was a living example in my eyes.
George Eliot found beauty in kittens, little downy ducks, toddlers, and, yes, Hetty Sorel. I find beauty in snowflakes reflected in winter windows, spider webs on the balcony, and double rainbows. If not appreciating beauty is a crime, then I am guilty too, sir.
Rainer Maria Rilke was delighted by the beauty of birch leaves, peacock feathers, majestic mountains, and magnificent palaces. Yes, everything big and small.
Is there such a thing as “long beauty”? I have a question about autumn maple. Does hugging someone with love make them beautiful? I vote yes.
Robert McAfee Brown is about enjoying beauty when it exists, revealing hidden beauty, restoring beauty where it has been tainted, and creating beauty where it is lacking. This is a question for all of us. Is it true that beauty guides us to truth? Does beauty attract people and draw them closer to God?
Many artists and poets are evangelists of beauty. Have you ever been confused and stunned by beauty, and moved to your soul in a good way? If we are greedy and selfish, our appreciation of beauty is hindered and short-circuited. Sometimes, the ambiguity of beauty can be overwhelmingly appealing.
Why is May more beautiful than February? Why is Gabriel’s Oboe so beautiful, haunting, and glorious? Thank you, Ennio Morricone (listen now). GM Hopkins wrote, “There is nothing more beautiful than spring,” but my grandmother said there was nothing more beautiful than autumn, Uncle Joe voted for summer, and Cousin Jim voted for winter. Who should I believe?
Sight and hearing give us access to beauty, but what about touch, taste and smell? If we can’t find beauty within ourselves, we won’t find it in Ireland or China or even at home. For some adventurers, beauty comes at risk (I’m not one of them). Shelley speaks of “the fascination of the mind,” and it sounds to me like beauty encompasses this experience.
Wait, what about love and beauty? Are they almost identical and not twins? Can you have one without the other?
Another question: if beauty is attractive, could it be tried as kidnapping? As we contemplate the sounds of silence and the number of stars, is God guilty of waste and prodigality? While traveling through the Alps, I twice heard the echoes of beauty.
After all, beauty is an eternal mystery that our limited intellects and shaky intuitions may never be able to fathom (but we must keep on searching). yeah).
An artist who depicts beauty deserves a gold medal. It’s strange how deep sadness can radiate beauty. Unpleasant thought: Beauty can be deceiving. Lord, please forgive me for thinking that way. Beauty of body, beauty of mind. Is there any communication here?
After all, beauty is an eternal mystery that our limited intellects and shaky intuitions may never be able to fathom (but we must keep on searching). yeah). The byproduct of beauty brings us out of ourselves, that’s no small miracle. When beauty is not appreciated, there is a danger that harshness and harshness will emerge.
Finally, the children of the family of beauty: grace, sublimity, splendor, glory, charm, harmony, wholeness, symmetry, grace. And the hunt continues.
