Beauty is a concept that, much like any other, changes over time. Some people cling to the old contexts, for fear of letting them go and not being able to grasp anything else. Some others cling to them simply because they're stubborn. But the ebb and flow of time makes it harder and harder for things to last, with every day and every second that goes by.
Beauty isn't being married to someone, it's loving someone. Beauty isn't admittance to an Ivy League school, it's a good education. It's having your feet on the dash, admiring the sunset from a car moving down a highway from somewhere far to somewhere even farther. It's not being free, it's knowing where freedom ends. It's not visiting the Champs Elysées, it's visiting Les Halles. How many artists write songs about supermodels and Halle Berry, instead of about what's real, at least what's real inside? The muse isn't an idea anymore, the muse is your lover, your friend, your trip.
There are people who see beauty in their own terms who have allowed me to see it in mine, and that in itself is also beauty. It is the ability to see beyond what you expect to see, to see what you really see, like a child. A child always sees, and then thinks about what he saw in terms only of what he saw, not of what he thought before seeing. It is much like the best scientist, the one who always sees, whether it's what expects to see or not, and then proceeds to test and to form his theories. In the end, science and beauty aren't concepts that are all too distant to each other
Friday, September 14, 2007
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