Ideas can make beauty last forever
you can only see what i see if i tell you
What makes a thing beautiful? What is the construct, exactly, of beauty?
What I categorize to be a beautiful is both a sensation which leaves me washed over and changed by a sense of calmness and a hit of lightning. These two dimensions — poles, if you will, which interplay together.
Yet, inside the sensation of beauty there is the knowing of death. For a beautiful thing cannot last forever. Whether it is the subject which shall undergo decay or the viewer. Who will wither and no longer witness the beautiful thing anymore.
Therefore, it is “You” and “I”. “You” being the beautiful thing you are in accordance with and “I” being yourself. You can think of it like existing in a frequency. For now, whatever these minutes, hours, days, years, you will spend with this beautiful thing, are marked by this connection of you two together.
Beauty is a sense of harmony. It is joining in equilibrium. It calibrates you, to see beauty. Especially, where others do not, or have forgotten, to look. Seeing beauty comes with a set of instructions. It becomes up to you whether this beauty you see will be expressed. If it will get to leave the confines of your mind. Because beauty, in all of its splendor, needs to be expressed. It needs your hand for that to occur. To activate it.
Translate the sensations you feel so others can join you on this harmonic excavation.
All while writing this, I have been thinking about ideas. How maybe the two are interchangeable or live on a fixed plane together. Ideas need to be expressed. They want to live. Whether that be for a micro-second, to then puff off and die, or if they are something that can maybe last forever.
Unlike beauty, ideas can last forever. They transfigure and mutate. They can live inside humans for centuries or more. They change the earth in invisible and tangible ways. Together, they can assign beauty to task. Ideas can make beauty last forever.
Beauty washes over people, it makes us, as humans feel clean. It resets me into state of being. Almost like a child. A complete sense of wonder, awe, and understanding that I am not afraid to revere something in a state where I make it larger than myself.
Meaning, that when I am witnessing beauty I am in true surrender of it. I am not afraid to leave my own physical dimension and constraints and join it in its ether. Beauty is a raising of a subject into divine frequencies.
However, an idea can place a channel inside of beauty. A tube for others to slide in and join. A story for the beauty to wrap itself.
That being said, what you find beautiful, that rings bells inside of you that make you feel so alive you want to scream, are the indicators of your truest being. They will hold your truest ideas. They will hold what the world most needs. What it most needs from you.
Follow the hits of lightning specific to your being.
They are yours for a reason.