Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Somehow, it seems the harder one strives to achieve this end, the more elusive it becomes. Subtle, gracious, and pleasing, though one cannot always explain what or why a thing delights the eyes. We spend ourselves in vain that we may hear this word in conjunction with our person, "beautiful". For what? For the sake of being a living work of art? A personification of some platonic form, "beauty"? To be lovely is to be loved, we are told, yet more accurate perhaps, to be lovely is to be desired. Who among us can escape the desire to be wanted, even by those we do not care for? Such vanity.