So it is two weeks before Halloween and for some reason it has got me to start thinking about dreams, and more appropriately nightmares.
I’m not exactly sure why but I never have nightmares. Now, when I say never I mean it. I cannot remember the last time I awoke in a terror from being mutilated by a zombie or placed in a room full of cats until I can no longer breath (cats are my kryptonite). I just don’t get them, and I’ve always wondered, “why not?”
I’m sure there is probably a psychological answer to why I don’t have nightmares (I also rarely dream, and when I do, I can control everything around me, think inception but real :) but I have no idea where to start looking. I think we may do some Freudian dream analysis/theory or something along those lines, but I’m not exactly sure.
Anyways just saw this picture and thought about that. I feel like I can probably justify it being in here seeing as this is a journal about my thoughts ;)
Beauty. How do we describe it? How do you measure it? It is something so foreign, yet we feel that we all have some indication on what it is. Some people like to think that everything is beautiful, and to a certain extent, I’d have to agree. I guess it would just depend on your point of view. For example, the perfect murder to a murderer can be considered beautiful to those that feel that getting away with a perfect murder is beautiful, but to those members of the victimizes family, I doubt that they would feel the same way.
Similar to the painting I have above me. I remember going to le Musée d’Orsay in Paris, France and being blown away by this image (Well not this particular picture but this One, Two). I had three hours in this museum filled with some of the most magical and creative pieces of art in the world, yet all I could do is look at amazement at this painting. I couldn’t help myself, I as shocked at how it made me feel and still to this day I feel the same way.
Anyways that’s enough of a tangent for now. The point of that paragraph is that, there are things in this world that to you, be the most beautiful things in the world. These are the things that you will cherish dear to your heart and hold onto later on in life. There are things that will be so beautiful, that you will not be able to talk about them, because the emotions you feel towards that thing are just to strong to express. These things are beautiful. Some people will tell you that they don’t feel the same way, but that’s because they think something else is beautiful, and they won’t be able to explain their beauty to you.
This is what you need to take from this. Everything is beautiful it just depends on your perspective on set thing that determines whether it is beautiful to you.
At the start of the year we started talking about a liberal education, which for the most part I agree with. Strauss talks about learning from the great minds, which in my opinion has validity but I don’t understand how he feels he has the right to tell us who the great minds are. I mean, yes we have a limited time to stuff all this great information in our heads, but I don’t understand what constitutes a great mind. Who are we to judge what makes something great. When Vincent Van Gogh was painting, before his death, his life’s work was considered to be horrible pieces and now they are some of the most influential and well loved pieces in the world. I’m not saying that we need to read everything in order to be fulfilled and enlightened, but we do need to read what we would enjoy. We need to learn things that might make us happy.