Reflections on Beauty
Beauty is something you have to be willing to see. You sit in a diner and you see the reflection of yourself, transformed into some other, ethereal being. The waitresses are dancing spots of color, swaying to and fro, the gleam of the metal off the coffee maker becomes a distant, beckoning star. You turn to your companion and say:
“Look at that. Isn’t it beautiful?” and they look out and go “But, it’s raining. How is that beautiful?”
Already, you know in your heart that this is a question that has been answered repeatedly
,
; but, not all of us like rain, so you say “No, no, I meant the reflection.”
“Reflection?” they say. They look at it. “What are you a f…ng idiot? It’s just a reflection. Hey!” they yell at a bright spot, who sways over to see what’s up. “… do you believe this f…ng idiot? Thinking reflections in a window can be beautiful.”
They both titter and said companion continues. “It’s just a reflection, dim bulb. It’s nothing special. Reflections can’t be beautiful.”
And, then, you realize that, yes, they are exactly right. Because, to them, once they have narrowed the definition of reflection,
and the definition of beauty
to what they’d feel comfortable with being seen enjoying in public, then, oh yes .. to them a reflection, especially one in a mundane diner
!
cannot be beautiful.
They have eyes, they have thoughts, they can see beauty.. where they want to, where they have been taught it is acceptable for persons of their race, sex, country, etc. to find beauty. So it is not that nothing can ever be beautiful to them, it is that they are handicapped.
Some people, fortunately, can at least see that beauty once a photographer, painter, or sketch artist comes along and isolates it on paper or canvas, though; and, that is something to be most thankful for.
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Thank you for opening my eyes.. to possibilities!!