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July 25, 2014
And, of all pleasures, art is the highest, most refined, and most divine.
Beasts have no capacity to admire beauty; no cow ever wept over a sunset,no nightingale ever sang an ode to the evening star. Beauty is Heaven’s final answer to all the petty distractions and diversions of man. True beauty causes an ecstasy in the soul, the drawing of oneself out from one’s petty self into a larger world, in just the same way the ecstasy of the honeymoon bed draws a bachelor into life as a selfless father and leader of a family, so that he both grows and enters a larger world.The Logic of Illogic | John C. Wright's Journal
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As long as we are mixing metaphors so eloquently let me say that my uncle Louie Lozko, we all called him "Letsgo Lozko", he raised bantam chickens.
None of them knew art but they knew what they liked. Cows? What do they know? None of the chickens wept over a sunset but they were partial to John Philip Sousa's music. None of them ever went on a honeymoon.
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at July 26, 2014 8:23 AM
Beauty and art is a glimpse of the transcendent, it is a tiniest sliver of an eyeblink at the divine, showing us what we are meant to be near and to be with. True beauty brings us closer to God, and as such modern secularist, naturalist man is truly uncomfortable with and even fearful of beauty while longing for and delighting in it in spite of themselves.
Posted by: Christopher Taylor at July 26, 2014 9:11 AM