To see beauty as pattern or "rhyme" in other things, say a house or canoe or other people is to distance ourselves from them, whereas mystics see the oneness, and I view my photos that way. Sometimes sunrises present themselves in nice geometric "rule of thirds" ways, and at other times, gloriously irregular.
The author uses Gerard Manley Hopkins for a sense of "rhyme"
> “By taking pleasure in the pure experience of rhyme,” he writes, “we provide the training sets for our own minds.”
Mechanistic? I read "The Windhover" by Hopkins long ago. It's a love poem to life itself [0]
When we identify with the universe rather than set ourselves apart from it, whether by the Mystic Law of Buddhism, or identifying with Christ, as Hopkins did, or other, we see both form and purpose, whether divine or natural, the "wish of the universe" since we are both physical, geometric as the laws of physics IRL dictate, but also metaphysical.
Why are things beautiful? Because they "are". Especially in music. My love for Sibelius' violin concerto was not shared by a friend, who found its expressiveness painful.
To see beauty as pattern or "rhyme" in other things, say a house or canoe or other people is to distance ourselves from them, whereas mystics see the oneness, and I view my photos that way. Sometimes sunrises present themselves in nice geometric "rule of thirds" ways, and at other times, gloriously irregular.
The author uses Gerard Manley Hopkins for a sense of "rhyme"
> “By taking pleasure in the pure experience of rhyme,” he writes, “we provide the training sets for our own minds.”
Mechanistic? I read "The Windhover" by Hopkins long ago. It's a love poem to life itself [0]
When we identify with the universe rather than set ourselves apart from it, whether by the Mystic Law of Buddhism, or identifying with Christ, as Hopkins did, or other, we see both form and purpose, whether divine or natural, the "wish of the universe" since we are both physical, geometric as the laws of physics IRL dictate, but also metaphysical.
Why are things beautiful? Because they "are". Especially in music. My love for Sibelius' violin concerto was not shared by a friend, who found its expressiveness painful.
It's how we relate to things and others.
Even in embers, notoriously irregular.
> and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
> Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
But heck, it's a book review and plug.
[0] https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44402/the-windhover