Of course, the person in the lower part of the picture is not selected prudently enough; out of the many more potential candidates, the credentials of Killary, Bidet, Turdeau, Gates, Soros, or Fuxxi or even Stalin, Pol Pot, or Mao would be much more opportune.
In August, 2020, I remember bawling in the car, listening to Mozart. The technocrats want to do away with everything that is good and beautiful. They call it the “God gene.”
What do I mean?
“Beauty is what appeals without serving one’s interest” is perhaps the most well-known traditional definition of beauty.
As a cognitive scientist, I can focus on beauty only as personal experience; I am no philosopher. Although objects of beauty usually don’t serve any practical purpose or function for humans, beauty and functionality don’t necessarily exclude each other, so the common definitions are flawed, as the case happens to be with common definitions. It turns out beauty plays an essential and, for some, a central role in life.
Beauty is dangerous
The globalist technocrats want to eliminate everything they deem redundant, because only people and things that fill a function can be allowed to stick around. Beauty, however, whatever its definition is, motivates people beyond propaganda and mass conditioning. I cannot speak for others, but without experiencing it, my life would have taken a completely different course that would have limited the spectrum of my experience mostly to performing insipid mundane tasks.
Beauty does have at least one indispensable function
Personally, for me, beauty opens up in moments, when I experience the full scale of human existence and it encompasses everything that is good, bad, ugly, or astonishing. It is breathtaking and it can last for seconds or for months. The experience is also unique every time. It is euphoric and it is also eye-opening. It gives you faith and energy to do and to accomplish things you’ve never thought you could.
In my life, the longest and most significant period of such an experience lasted about six months. I was only thirteen and, no, it was not my first love; I was also in love for the first time in my life, but this feeling was on a different level, a lot more powerful than puppy love that was still strong enough to my needing to catch my breath, when I saw her. The only way I can describe it is as a desire that is so engaging that you don’t ever want it to end. During my 23 years of academic teaching, I managed to ask quite a few of my classes if anyone was familiar with it, and only about one in 300 was.
Where is beauty?
Beauty is NOT in the eyes of the beholder, but without the eyes, it could not be noticed. Ultimately, it is in the heart, in the mind, in the body, in the soul, and in everybody and everything that have ever existed, exists, or will come to life: it embraces everything and holds the ephemeral lives of humans together in a universal circle of existence, where time exists no more.
Is timelessness life or is it death? I choose life. That’s where beauty is.
I saw beauty in a yellow buttercup flower when I was 25 years old; under fasting and seeking the divine and I felt as though I could stand there forever starting at that wonderful flower❣️ Thanks for the nice pondering!
Beautiful commentary, thank you.