Beauty

An interesting man once wrote: "Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty." This is chopped out of the prelude to A Picture Of Dorian Gray, which I've been reading lately. The rest is quite useless (which sentiment he would approve of).

I think I bounce between the two sides. Sometimes I see meaning in beauty and seek to wrest it to fit my wants and ideals and expectations.

Other times, I look at my wife and young daughter, who are "beauty" to me, and see only beauty.