But perhaps if beauty were a permanent fixture in our lives, we would take it for granted, thus, it is its ephemeral quality that lends beauty to begin with. If I stared at the most perfectly crafted rose for eternity, the novelty would soon fade. However, it is beautiful because perfection soon withers and dies and that makes it mesmerising.
Dear Ben it is a great point and I agree. But it was another point I was making. Perhaps it is seeing the world in the eyes of withering beauty, in onslaught of great sorrows, realising no beauty is ever really ephemeral.