I used to think it was possible to define beauty, to look at it and experience it, in a picture, a book or a painting, but... do we really feel it?
True beauty is felt and experienced, it invokes something that is much more refined, and purer than our coarse means of obtaining it.
Have you ever seen pictures of fireworks?
No matter how high in quality a photo is, no matter how many explosions it captures, no matter how many colours, it can't capture the essence of the moment... The whining siren-like noises upon the firework's assent, the large pop followed by lights radiating from a single focal point, enlarging in shape and beauty before its inevitable demise. Such is life.
I don't know what's more futile, to try to capture these moments and label it as beautiful or to chase beauty to the end's of the earth without realizing the beauty around us. Just remember, you and me, we all contribute to this picture of endless beauty.
