Why is there beauty?
More to the point, why do our minds, as humans, have any concept of beauty, and why are we so fond of it?
We could all just be workers and engineers, building and problem-solving. We could do nothing but work all day, like ants, always busy and never stopping to appreciate the colors of the sky or the smell of a rose. Instead we spend all this time on art, music, literature, but for what?
There must be some good scientific explanation, some reason that our species has such a fondness of getting lost in aesthetics. Somehow it has helped humans survive.
For now I am content with not knowing—I’m glad I don’t. Beauty just is, and that is more than I could ever ask for.
Note to self:
There is love, and there are things done to protect it. That is all.
Headbanging is fun and all, so is dancing, but when you can sit completely still and yet be moved by a song… that’s when you know it’s really good.
Working on a Comprehensive Philosophy (Resonance)
Since there is no set of philosophical understandings that fits my own, and everything I believe seems to fit together quite nicely, I’ve decided to actually try to develop a comprehensive, modern philosophical outlook based on my beliefs.
Core positions I currently intend to include:
- Atheism, moral nihilism, and existential nihilism
At this point, it seems that everything will function around subjective “resonance” (i.e. the agreement of one’s outlook with one’s experiences). The primary goal being satisfaction, and the theory being that, in general, this agreement promotes satisfaction. For example, a principle doctrine of the philosophy will be acceptance, such that beliefs should conform to observations.
I’m still working on the details, and I invite anyone and everyone to provide feedback on the developments I’ve made so far. I’d be happy to discuss the core positions, and their legitimacy, if anyone would like to debate. I’d also welcome any suggestions of questions that should be answerable by the philosophy.
Beholding the beauty of the storm, it occurred to me that I favor this of all things.
But no, that is not true; the limitless saturation of romance is my most dearest. Above all I am a slave to love, and nothing could tempt me more.
Then again, a thunderstorm has never broken my heart.