Beauty is an Illusion

While browsing through the class blogs, I found myself interested in Sereta's post entitled "Beauty is truth, truth beauty". While this lovely sentiment has inspired romantics through the ages, I beg to disagree with the idea the beauty and truth accompany one another. Life sings a different song than that of Beauty and Truth hand in hand. Consider for a moment that art, essentially a representation of beauty, is merely a facade. The painting depicting a breathtaking sunset is not actually a beautiful scene at all, but merely brush strokes arranged in such a way to create the illusion of beautiful three dimensional space. A gorgeous photograph is no more that light activating sensitized film and paper. New love, one of life's most spectacular emotions is fueled by the deliberate overlooking of an other's flaws, so that only beauty and perfection remain. True beauty exists in the way that we choose to understand something as "beautiful". In the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies". Truth is merely the illusion that we have a clear understanding of the world around us, and this may indeed be lovely, but is it really truth if you are the only one who perceives it as such?

awakening from ate...

I've had the epiphanous realization that I've been under the influence of ate for the duration of the semester and my blog has subsequently suffered. However, I've promised myself that I will consistently post blog entries for the rest of the semester. English 213 has been incredibly inspiring for me, and it deserves my attention and dedication...