A question posed me:
What is the nature of true beauty? Of beauty in and of itself?
True beauty...
A vast blue sky tremblingly overflowing with huge billowy white clouds. Ethereal heaven...
(justice...joy...)
A delicate red rose in full bloom, laying untrampled in the midst of the bloody field of battle.
(hope...)
Young and vibrant Juliet tremoring rapturously on her balcony in the glow of moonlight, awaiting her Romeo.
(innocence, love, hope, joy...)
In all of these scenes runs a common thread.
That of true beauty.
Beauty...pure and unsullied, is the tangible embodiment of love, innocence, joy, hope and justice.
Beauty is not any of these things, but it is a child element...a product of these concepts combined.
Innocence revealed in the sun reflecting off the flowing golden hair of an angel child. Justice in the mighty crashing of the ocean and the mountains clothed in majesty. Joy and hope in the stars twinkling brightly in folds of deep velvet blue sky. Love in the shape of tender, supple, well formed lips.
All objects...facts... An ocean cannot be just, nor a mountain, lips are not love, stars are not joy. But they are beautiful and they are the counterparts...the products...the resemblance of stately virtues.
And although the child, the beauty, does not beget the virtues it sometimes reflects, the parent, the virtues themselves, always beget beauty. Where joy is, where love, innocence, hope, justice...any noble, good form of purity, there is also beauty.
Beauty is the manifestation and pure representation of virtue...