If you were running late on your way to work or an important meeting, and you passed a famous singer doing an impromptu performance for a small crowd on the street, someone whose music you really liked, would you stop and listen for awhile even though it would make you late for your meeting?
There are moments ... when this happens ... but this happens to the beholder ... not to Beauty ... per se.
Beauty ... is Perfection ... just there ... in Being ... for beholding; one, what at times, may transcend human experiential ... for our experiencing ... can be homely ... banal, or routine ... or just plain divine.
I am not sure about the former premise because my days are purposely loose enough so that I am able to enjoy the flowers as I pass them regardless of what might otherwise be pressing. I am not sure if that is a good thing or not though.
Maybe a forum of creatives is the wrong place to ask this question. Generally, creatives and sensitives tend to be more aware of what's going on around them and may even try to stop and smell the roses against their better judgment. So here's the thing. You may have heard it. A true story about the violinist in Metro.
(I'll shorten it a bit)
A man stood in the lobby area of the metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin. It was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time (rush hour) it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After three minutes a middle aged man slowed his pace to listen then hurried off. A minute later, the violinist received a dollar tip from a woman who threw the money in the till and continued walking.
A few minutes later someone leaned against the wall to listen, then the man looked at his watch and began to walk again. The one who paid the most attention was a three year old boy whose mother pulled him along but the boy stopped to look at the violinist. The mother pushed him along but he continued turning his head back all the time. The action was repeated by several children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played only 6 people actually stopped and stayed for a while. Twenty seven people gave him money but continued to walk. He collected $32. When he was finished, no one applauded, no one noticed.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the finest classical musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written on a violin worth $3.5 million. Two days before this performance in the subway, he had sold out at Symphony Hall in Boston where the seat price averaged $100.
Organized by the Washington Post as part of social experiment about perception, taste and priorities in people, the outline was: In a banal setting, at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?
Apparently, there are many out there who think not.
This, unfortunately is true, and it is folly in me to have tried to argue my own virtue in the face of having to admit that this site pulls thousands in a world that holds billions. Most live in perpetual banality. We who are imaginativeness and sensitives often have to grow in the cracks in the pavement, being stepped on and trodden down a few times until we forgive those... hmm maybe I should hehe... Come and see me when I am done.
lol not melted dear, but not waisting a good thought when another format forum of thought would give it more air and room to breath, a hub gave it more and better crystalline form but of what I know of heat in a way you are right too the incidental frost of my analytical argument did liquefy briefly to take its present form.
Ahh...I love finding beauty around me and am tickled thinking that I'm the only one ego probably but all jesting aside. Yes, I will leave well ahead of time for a scheduled app't just so I can enjoy and observe my surroundings during my travel time. It's something I also teach my sons to practice since life isn't a forever thing.
"A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was...